Hamburg is the prettiest metropolitan city I’ve ever lived in. I spend most of my time craning my neck admiring the gorgeous architecture in different styles that makes up this stunning Hanseatic city.
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.
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.
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.
However, my first impression of Kiel lasted only one night. I went out the next day, I couldn’t believe that there were no smokers on the streets, and then it dawned on me that there were no people on the streets. I could literally count the number of people walking on the streets on the fingers of one hand, perhaps two but not more for sure.
Walking through the ubiquitous Rosa Rugosa shrubs aka Sylt Rose to reach the Wadden Sea boarded by Sea Grass buried in Sand Dunes was nothing short of divine.
This is what keeps me going: a new place, a new face, a new language, a new taste, a new smell, a new smile, a new friend, a new experience, do you get my drift?