When the city was “West-Berlin” with the postal code 1000.
Of course, not everything in Berlin is bad these days. What I find most exciting is that, as a traveler passing through my own city, I walk the streets with a more observant eye and always discover something new. More here.
I see a lot of trash and veiled women in the streets.
I still remember the times when I felt a sense of joy every time I “came home” to Berlin from a trip. “Long, long ago,” as the folk song goes. The city is becoming increasingly estranged from its former self. More here.
Berlin – Spain – Portugal. I’ll be back soon.
We were on tour for four months. And the road trip should actually end according to plan. But now I’ll just carry on after a break. That’s why I’m flying back to Berlin while my Volkswagen Fox stays in Odeceixe. More here.
From day 1 to day 10: Time flies like in supersonic flight.
In my last days up here in the middle of nowhere it’s getting really hot… The dogs take a siesta between morning and evening hikes. The donkeys doze in the shade. More here.
A Buddhist symbol in the Algarve mountains
Whatever I expected in the middle of nowhere around Sarnadinha – certainly not a stupa. But it only takes me half an hour by car to reach the structure. It sits atop a mountain, six miles outside of Salir. More here.
In a hamlet in the mountains of nowhere
After Rocky the cat in Odeceixe, I have eight much larger companions in Sarnadinha. Quite a change. And challenge. But “he who doesn’t dare doesn’t win.” More here.
Still in the Algarve: departure and farewell – See you again
To reach the town of Silves and the storks, I first have to leave Odeceixe, where I’ve spent the last three weeks. Luckily, it’s not goodbye forever. More here.
My stay in Odeceixe is coming to an end. Carpe Diem.
Once again, life throws a wrench in my plans. My laptop and my Volkswagen Fox need repairs. This costs me two days that I could have spent catching up on some writing. Instead, I go on a photo safari: looking for storks. More here.
Of all the religions, I suppose I would choose this one.
Just a few more stops… Portugal, here I come!
After writing down my thoughts about Saturday’s bullfight, back in time… The countdown is on: My last stops on Spanish soil before crossing the border into Portugal. More here.