The Nabatean temples of Petra — no wonder they are the world wonder — mountains carved out top to bottom to perfection, Smooth columns and walls around them like naked muscle fibres of geological timelines, And Romans overtaking and adding their own stones on top as usual, And Bedouins nowadays riding donkeys up impossibly steep […]
Dear Dahab, It was 3 am when we met. I wandered through your streets in search of a bed, exhausted from a day of flying and a taxi bargaining shitshow, scared of an unkown place—when your walls asked me “you lost habibi?”, and pointed to the entrance of Rafiki hostel. I was lost indeed, just
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“We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander” -Thoreau Day 1 “As little as possible”, Silje said. “As little as possible”, I think, eating the last pieces of candy, clumsily taking them out of the bag with frozen fingers barely moving. Only a few minutes more,
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Njene se usne tope na mom vratu, uzdiše uz kožu u svetome mraku. Njen poljubac u vječnosti odzvanja. Moj dodir iz prošlosti izranja na površinu tijela antičkih oblika, na nježno lice nautičkih vidika. Potpuni stranci dvadeset sati skupa, trinaest u zagrljaju, stranice sličnosti u prekretanju. Unutra poznat mi je ispisani svijet, navire iz unutrašnjosti,
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Two guys walk down the terminal, smoothly pushing their trolley bags. They whisper jokes to each other’s ears, a natural cohesion found only in friendships of long years. They laugh cheekily in their own little safe world, sharing inappropriate insights that should be blurred. They pass behind the wall of the café, and now they’re
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excerpt from chapter IV. Day 25, Seville, 16.11.2023. I woke up under the clear blue sky as the hot Andalusian sun already heated the cobbled streets of Seville. I had slept on the hostel’s rooftop as there were no more beds available. Sounds of construction work came from down below — that protruding, squeaking and
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The beginning of chapter III. – On the Fisherman’s Trail The beach in front stretched for kilometres. The waves left a long, washed-up line of foam on the sand, slowly evaporating into the air, and under the cliffs, the foam floated in pools of stirred water, circling around the tips of rocks eternally in the
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excerpt from chapter VII. Life at the edge of Sahara The bus had come one hour late to Fes, to a station in the suburbs of the city, and I wasn’t sure if I was waiting in the right place until it came, making sure several times that my eyes were working properly and that
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Have you ever wondered what lies at the tip of Denmark? A Scandinavian country known for its welfare system and high standard of living, it might come as a surprise to many to speak of Denmark as a tourist destination. However, beyond the widely popular capital, Copenhagen, which is battling overtourism, Denmark hides many beautiful
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14th of August, from Bjorndalsbu It was the sunniest day we’ve had on the trail, but now it’s getting unpleasantly windy. I’m still in the living room of the hut. The hut keeper told me that campers have to leave the hut by 6 pm otherwise pay full lodging. He is incredibly annoying and self-righteous,
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