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The lake is calling, the shiny waters of a lake laying deep and black and promising in a world full of trees and fields and meadows and dust and summer heat.
A summer in France. Le savoir vivre. Visits in old villages on sunny afternoons in a dreamy mood, questioning the concept of ever returning back home from these places. For some reason, just then, the moment
Oooohhh, the time is flying! We have autumn already, but a late summer has squeezed into the days, coming back from where it had seemed to have disappeared.
Woaahhh, I’m an artist. I mean, really. I sent a photo to my siblings. Sometimes we do this, sendung photos of babies, photos of motorcycles, maybe of snow-capped mountains.
BONUS TRACK: Later that day, aquaplaning my way through thunderstorm number 2 towards Graaf-Reinet (now on a tarred road, at least!) I was considerably showered by oncoming cars and nearly washed off the road by an oncoming truck.
FIVE: What if I shipwreck (even while traveling overland, in a car)? Middle of January, I had hit quite a hot time of the year. But in Mountain Zebra National Park, some lightning and stormy clouds added nicely to the scene as if copied… Continue Reading →
FOUR: What if I’m in Africa and don’t see any of the “Big Five”? My itinerary did not allow a visit in any of the parks in the north, especially I had to drop Krueger due to shortage of time. I had… Continue Reading →
THREE: What if I find out that I am a coward, finally? Travelling the N2 eastbound I noticed there was an offer nicely matching an open item on my list of things to do before entry into nirvana: The world’s highest Bungee… Continue Reading →
TWO: What if I spend all evenings sitting in a bar alone? Bet you know what is coming next: It might take 16 balls, but just two loners to start a game of pool… just too bad that I always loose…
