Chasing autumn colors in Kiel Last year was my first European autumn colors experience. The changing colors of autumn foliage affected me so much so that I even bought a winter jacket in yellow to match the season’s color. I wrote about it here. Thanks to my yellow jacket, my friends started spotting me from […]
I rediscovered the pleasure of rainy day traveling while the Sylt presented itself in its typical mood: rainy, gray and chilly.
I strolled on the glistening, empty streets, skipping puddles. Took in the sight of the city drop pearls of rain.
Luebeck was the first German city to be attacked, as Hitler was getting ready to invade United Kingdom. It’s unfair, for Luebeckers were anti-Nazi.
I feel grateful and privileged beyond words to be part of such a beautiful planet, perhaps the best place in the universe. For enduring pain inflicted and yet being ever so kind and loving.
Here are some pictures of the Berlin wall-East Side Gallery.
Marveling at every second creature I spot, including people, while my fellow travelers roll their eyes at me, is what makes the whole journey worthwhile. And this is how I get my high while traveling.
Of riding and falling in Germany.
If I were my instructor I would have secretly hoped that I would have a smallish accident, break a bone or two and never return. Thank God, for I was not my instructor.
Owing to the Velas turtle festival during the turtle nesting and hatching season, there are more tourists in the village than residents! Turtles have been around for almost 110 million years; they have seen dinosaurs live and perish. What fascinates me the most about sea turtles, besides their long run on our planet, is that they faithfully return to their birth site to nest.
When my university announced an excursion, a day in the town of rum aka Flensburg, I imagined a noisy factory with soiled, scandalous looking, reeking men working underground. The brewery actually had minimal manual labor with tanks the size of Eiffel tower and a data centre to monitor the whole process.
I look out of my window in the distance, I see the wind gently blowing on the trees and the leaves delicately detaching themselves and swaying to the tunes of the wind till they touch the ground.