Sunday afternoon: In a village in Oxfordshire, England

After the stressful ordeal with the bulls in Spain, I am relaxing in the afternoon sun in the garden—with my new companions, Jeff the tortoise and Ella the cat. More here.
Sunday afternoon: In a village in Oxfordshire, England

After the stressful ordeal with the bulls in Spain, I am relaxing in the afternoon sun in the garden—with my new companions, Jeff the tortoise and Ella the cat. More here.
Another kind of “bull festival” takes place near Valencia in July.
At the “Bous a la Mar” in Dénia, a crowd chases bulls and cows through the streets, aiming to make them jump into the sea. The animals not only suffer stress and panic; some have even drowned. More here.
The “Running of the Bulls” in Pamplona: Death awaits every bull.
Officially, it is a massive festival in honor of the city’s patron saint, San Fermín. Yet the bulls driven through the city in the morning are forced to “fight” in the arena that afternoon—and die a wretched death. More here.

My final days in the Highlands are dedicated to nature.

My time in Scotland is drawing to a close, so I’m visiting the sights that are a “must” for me. Loch Ness, of course—and the dolphins at Chanonry Point. More here.
Scotland #3: Arts and Crafts and Charity

It’s not just history and culture that are right around the corner in the Highlands. Northeastern Scotland still offers a relative high degree of freedom and open space for creativity and alternative lifestyles. More here.
Scotland #2: A day excursion into local history

A prehistoric burial site as old as Stonehenge and Scotland’s longest railway viaduct—in the Highlands, history and culture are just around the corner. Now I just have to master driving to get there. More here.
Despite worldwide protests, the slaughtering is taking place in China again.
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.