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.
Stuttgart Square: “Kommune 1” and a moon bathtub
Historically, Berlin consists of a multitude of villages, and even today each district has a distinctive character. The neighborhood where my apartment is located and the the one where I’m spending a few days couldn’t be more different. 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.
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.
