Prague's Old Town Square had come to life at dusk. The Christmas tree was a towering volcano bursting with light in the center of the plaza, surrounded by the smaller points of the Christmas market booths, and, from the angle I approached it, shadowed by the fractal-like spires of the Cathedral of 1 Comment |
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The customs agent scowled at my passport, confused. I was concerned for a moment, but suddenly he looked up and grinned at me. "America!" He used the word like a greeting. “America, America, America,” he sing-songed to himself, strolling off to have the booklet stamped. My entrance into 1 Comment |
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One day you might find yourself in the following situation: you are tired of sparkling Baku and would like to cross the Caspian sea, or lake, whatever you prefer, to the Kazakh city Aktau. Of course you could just take another boring plane. For a mere 250 euro's this could even fly you to Kazakhstan 2 Comments |
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An old couple took me from the refreshing mountain scenery just south of Dagestan through the desert to Baku. No way to resist their hospitality: well fed and with a hand full of pocket money they dropped me off in the dusty outskirts of the capital. Azerbaijan is drifting on oil. Still. And how thi No Comments |
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'Good luck': that's how the last Georgian road sign introduced its neighbor, 1000 meters after I passed a sign preparing us for the Azerbaijanian border. I expected that going east, countries would be found poorer and poorer, and that this process would continue until one reached Japan. Coming from No Comments |
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