The last time I spoke any German was in a bakery in Swakopmund, a town in Namibia. And that was ten years ago. Swakopmund is a bizarrely German town on the Skeleton Coast of Africa, where the architecture, culture, baking and language are all unashamedly German. That day I asked for a loaf of bread and some cakes in my bestest Deutsch, half convinced that I was on a film set.
I’d never get up at crazy o’clock to travel to a remote Scottish rock in the middle of the Atlantic to see something rare or unusual. That’s what David Attenborough does, and he’s very good at it, and I can see all that he sees from the comfort of my own house.
There and then, I made a promise to myself to find out what on earth this ‘salsa’ was, and to learn how to do it.
What do you mean you’ve never seen the film? It will pull you out of the deepest doldrums (guaranteed) and remind you that taking a break from your routine can be as good as a holiday.
Way back in the mists of time – just over ten years ago – I had the good fortune to spend almost five months in Namibia. Around a month of this involved taking a road trip. I was travelling with Someone at this point. But I’m thinking that he will probably value his anonymity,…
Ilka managed to make yoga both fun and profound. She called the different poses names like ‘happy cow’ and ‘angry cat’, and encouraged us to hiss like cobras and buzz like bees.
Making tea in Kenya – more of an adventure than dunking a teabag into a mug.
I wanted to call this blog something along the lines of ‘Bag Lady Travels’. I even wrote my first post on this subject. But then I did some research and found that there are a couple of blogs of a similar name already, written by women who are generally travelling around, living out of a…