Posts Tagged ‘Travel’
I have now officially had the most remarkable hotel experience ever. Adam & Eve claims to be heaven on earth and the song they have on eternity loop in the lobby confirms that “you can never leave” either. Their concept is to take their guests to another world i.e. confuse them to the max and start with using mirrors instead of wallpaper. Read the rest of this entry »
I have been back home for a while now. Got back into my shoes, bought a subway ticket and ironed my shirts. With all wisdom collected during the past weeks, I did however not want to leave you unaware of the newest developments from the universe of salvation. Read the rest of this entry »
The first question I was asked in Kerala (apart from “Taxi, Madame?”) was “Are you doing treatment?” No Sir. I had considered strolls through crowded Indian towns, beach, sunset, green coconuts, the finest of fabrics, coffee, backwaters, tea plantations and spices. No treatment.
After discussing Ayurveda over dinner, P. and I decided to get an herbal opinion on our typical western immune systems, shattered by a bouquet of different antibiotics.
I went for a stroll along the beach this afternoon. After avoiding 78 tourist shops I went into the 79th one and bought something to sit on during sunset. The shop makes its own bags out of recycled newspapers. Nice looking and reused, I like the concept. My bag announces Read the rest of this entry »
I exchanged some money in downtown Patiala today. In an AC-market to be precise, the more luxurious, air-conditioned way to shop.
Dollars and Rupees add complexity to my usual currency confusion (I still think in Euro after 5 years Sweden), so I did ask for some hard facts, when the gentlemen behind the banking counter gently wriggled his head and said: “Yes Madame, that will be 4450 Rupees”. Read the rest of this entry »
Spring is coming!
It might not look like it for the rest of you Europeans, but three degrees plus and sunshing slowly makes the ice melt and brings back colors. The mornings are orange-sorbet, the evenings pastel-turquois going yellow. Just a couple of weeks to go and I will be able to take my boat to town – which means life is back and will speed up with about 500%.
I am now off to my storage looking for flip flops and my straw hat. Finally taking a break from the scandinavian static white, wriggling my warm sunny toes, chewing samosas. Colors.
Did I mention I miss those?
I used to wonder where she is every so often, raising my head from the laptop. But today I found out that it can be beneficial to have Sara home in bed with newspapers and tea. It makes me support those media clipping services who claim that no computer can replace a reading human being. Of course they can’t. They can’t replace a human being making Bi-Bim-Bap either. Read the rest of this entry »
I ate dinner at Beautiful B.’s house on the weekend. She made the most fantastic meals to prepare us for our trip to northern India and I learned new words and unpronounceable names, how turbans are warm and hurt on your forehead, that Punjabi and Hindi are to each other like Swedish and Norwegian and I tried mouthrefreshing Paan in the most amazing colors – served in my favorite little silver box.
As we talked our welcome-wine through the inner city apartment, P. wondered how it was going with the traffic outside the livingroom window – expecting an answer about the quality of super-sound-isolation-double-glass. Read the rest of this entry »
God Jul, Merry Christmas, Frohe Weihnachten!
For the holidays, we adapt to German grammar and use capital letters for our Christmas wishes. I assume this adds to their holiness. P. and I however just got back from my family in Germany, one meter snow, too much food and Brussels airport.
Brussels airport deserves extra attention this year.
a) because I missed my flight by 5 minutes and
b) because it serves as a platform for corporate promises. This is where Europe lands to go to work after all.
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Starbucks is probably one of the best examples for global branding and successful franchising. You know what you get, no matter where in the world you are.
Lately, what you get is mediocre coffee made by stressed 24 year olds in green aprons (if you sense disappointment, you are sensing right.) Read the rest of this entry »