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In Slow Motion to Vang Vieng

The drive from Luang Prabang to Vang Vieng is breathtaking – and long and tiring. A good asphalt road connects Luang Prabang with Vang Vieng. It's not a good asphalt road. So much for the statement in Wikipedia (sometimes I wonder how the online dictionary gets its information). But bad roads make driving in a minibus just…

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Luang Prabang – The last King

Luang Prabang is the capital of the province of the same name in the mountainous north and was originally the capital of the historic kingdom of Lan Xang and the French protectorate of Laos. It was the royal city until the monarchy was abolished in Laos in 1975. Today the city is recognized by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site and is one of the most important tourist destinations in the...

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Oudomxai – Sabaidee

I would have liked to travel further with the hobbits. But before the journey to Oudomxai I have to say goodbye again. In contrast to my new acquaintances, who all continue towards Luang Prabang, I take the bus to Oudomxai. The trip on the Nam Ou will remind me a little later, but much more spectacularly...

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The Southindia Books

Former British Prime Minister Adam Lang wants to publish his memoirs. After the dubious murder of his ghostwriter, his successor researches more closely than required and makes a discovery that could lead to global political chaos. Was the Prime Minister actually in the employ of the CIA? No one has ruled Britain for as long as Prime Minister Adam Lang. Now he is...

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Between Worlds

I find myself between worlds. With one foot still in the cool sand on the beach in Calangute, with the other at home. And so I'm back where I started. The circle has closed. A kind of homecoming. A long-known finding: As soon as you return to a familiar place, no matter how negative the memory,...

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Hampi - Abandoned and dead

On the bus from Hosped to Hampi, a few fellow sufferers from the night bus are sitting next to me, three pretty girls from Poland. It's always amazing how small the world is and how quickly you can make friends with complete strangers. These facts turn out to be a universal solution to any kind of xenophobia. You recognize yourself...

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Madurai - With open eyes

A wide road closed to traffic runs around the temple area. It's a relief to be able to move easily without running the risk of being knocked over at any moment. It's quiet, less noisy, less rushed, you can walk down the street in slow, leisurely steps, sometimes stopping here, sometimes there. Since I'm a donkey...

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India - An alien Planet

Sometimes it's good to see a tourist, it gives the impression of having found allies, of not being alone in this country overflowing with people. And sometimes you get the strange feeling of being a Kafkaesque prisoner and not being able to get away, in a place that is strange and loud and smelly and...

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Goa - The last Hippies

Are there still hippies from the 60s? When I hear the word Goa, long-haired figures in colorful clothes immediately appear in my mind's eye, hippies, then as now the synonym for alternative lifestyles, for dropouts, for drugs, and psychedelic music. I met them on the way to India, most of them on the...

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Goa – Summer, Sun, hot Sand

Why is morning a different color in India? It is greener, browner, redder than ours. The sleepy view from the train window opens up another world. Somewhere in the distance a blue and white glitter. The sea. In between there are meadows in all colors of green and yellow. Then scorched ground again, as if a flamethrower had been thrown over it. …

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The Hippie Trail – Buzkashi, the game for men on horses

Back in Kabul, a little tired from the strenuous trip, but at the same time happy about the experiences in the Baniyan Valley, about the Buddhas and the lakes of Band-e-Amir. We once again feel blessed, blessed, and when you think about the unbearable changes of the last few years, all that remains is sadness and incomprehension. The stay in Kabul is coming to an end...

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The Hippie Trail – Stranded

If everything goes somewhat normally today and there are no problems with the engine or anything else, we should be in Greece this evening. Eureka, the promised land. In fact, the light traffic is a good thing, we move forward quickly and reach Skopje (today the capital of North Macedonia) in the morning. A sleepy town, that's how it seems to us, although...

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The Hippie Trail – Takeoff

Memories are questionable witnesses when it comes to reliability, truth, and accuracy. They are versions of our minds, cobbled together from images, sounds, images, dreams, smells. They cannot be trusted, and yet in their own way they represent a truth, perhaps different from the one actually experienced, and yet a testimony to something perhaps so...