Amsterdam, right? Rotterdam maybe and if you push hard enough some people might have heard of Maastricht. But Arnhem? Nah, this compact city close to the stunning Veluwe National Park is rarely on the must-see list of people travelling to the Netherlands.… Continue reading
“This one here is perfectly ripe” says Nadine. “Just look out for the little insects inside”
We are taking the 4 dogs out for a walk along the ramblas of the Sierra de la Muela when we stop to taste some of the wild figs scattered around the mountain paths.… Continue reading
Who would have thought that Belfast would one day make it as one of the upcoming destinations for a UK city break? Back in the 80’s the city centre was a no-go zone where shops had security of which many modern airports would still be envious nowadays.… Continue reading
“Sweet Mother of Jesus!” I mutter, as I step outside the hot shower into the bitter cold hallway. The difference in temperature must be at least 20 degrees. I quickly stride towards the living quarters where the heat of the open fire awaits me.… Continue reading
There are a few things Germans are better at than everybody else: technology, punctuality, beer (as a Belgian, I must say this one is debatable) and Christmas markets!
I was never one to fully embrace the Christmas spirit, but I had to admit defeat after visiting the Christmas markets in Cologne!… Continue reading
As I drive down to 400m below sea level, the landscape becomes drier and drier. The temperature rises and the stone desert looks like a hostile environment in which nothing ever grows or stays alive. I love those barren landscapes, a proof of the overpowering forces of nature.… Continue reading
Iceland is not like any other country. It’s a country where you are dependent on the weather and the forces of nature, more so than anywhere else. I spent two weeks in Iceland to discover its diversity. I admired gushing waterfalls, tiny fishing villages, moody lava fields and boiling mud pools.… Continue reading
We are staying at Ecabazini, a cultural Zulu homestead in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa. Last year we’d been travelling from Cape Town to Johannesburg and this time I wanted to delve deeper into the Zulu culture, even if that means cleaning the floor with cow dung…
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“It doesn’t smell that bad“, I hear myself saying while spreading cow dung across the rondavel floor.