Traveling (or actually almost everything in my life) is like sex. The first time you meet someone there is a certain excitement, a newness to it all. The second time, however, that buzz is gone. You notice all the little flaws that you missed the first time round, but you also become less clumsy, more sure of […]
Humanity must indeed have some perverse fascination with mazes. This seems to be the only explanation of why urban planning ends up creating cities with no street names (Tokyo), streets with dead ends in stinky canals (Venice), and don’t even get me started on slums. With this in mind, enter Fes…
It is exciting, to be on an adventure. To wake up not knowing exactly where you are (just like after a wild night in London), knowing that you need to hit the road before the sun shines too bright (just like after a wild night in London, when you don’t want to be walking the walk […]
There comes a time when man must leave the sanctuary that the city offers and venture deep within the wild. The desert was calling, with its promises of camels, dunes and merciless heatstrokes. Sure, it wouldn’t be such a dangerous and daring adventure – due to the lack of money and a driving licence. But […]
Once you manage to dodge the snake handlers and the monkey dudes, the entrance to a mystical place of shopping awaits you – the souks. It’s a proper labyrinth of shops selling spices, olives, clothes, jewellery, meats and probably even children if you look closely. The hassling tends to be at a minimum, and to […]
Vendors poured on the streets like ants on a fresh carcass, the sun relentlessly baking everything it set its sights on. There was heat and chaos all around, but if one was lucky, a breeze with the scent of jasmine would bless your face and nostrils for a fraction of a second.
The world is littered with dreams, and all of those dreams have a place that acts as its holy ground. Sometimes, those places seem so far away and inaccessible, when they are literally a few tube stops away. At least for me, Le Cordon Bleu has always been that place when it comes to food. […]
I have always thought that the hardest part of any journey is finding buying the tickets and then researching what to do (whilst trying not to end up staying there for half a year because you realize how much there is to do). Yet whenever I look at other people, it becomes exceedingly clear […]