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Russia Learning the first letters from the Cyrillic alphabet – D-O-M-E-V and S-K-A (Domodedovo, Moskva) Going to Red Square (Krasnaya) in the middle of a blustery winter night, snow piled all over St. Basil’s and seeing Lenin’s mausoleum, Of course, making “In Soviet
First person narratives
So, I was flying from Vancouver to Brussels on seat 14A. As I was contemplating the distance to which I had to toss my bag into the hold, a tall man sauntered up the aisle and said... "Sorry." I was confused, apologised myself and sat down in my
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The high (low) lights of the past year's travels. Namibia: Waking up with temporary amnesia in the Namib desert, Having afternoon tea with camels and some nice German ladies in Swakopmund, Begging the bartender for Savannahs in the best (and closed) Swakopmund bar at 8:30 with puppy
Crazy Stuff
In an unnamed Australian sand cay, somewhere in the Great Barrier Reef, I was having my box of singularly tasteless fries when I felt someone looking at me. I looked around, a little puzzled and then down. And there he was, looking at me with his beady eyes accusing. A
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Game-spotting at the Kruger Finding a leopard was problematic. We (my South African team-mate extraordinaire and I) had tried almost everything - an early morning safari, an evening safari, a self-drive on trails where the cats were spotted. This was our second last chance - a full day safari
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Or "How many chickens for her?" and other top pick up lines in Luxor & Karnak. Quick History Update: So, as you know, Egypt was ruled by Pharohs for a very long time. In fact, Dynasty 0 started off in around 3000 BC and line of succession continued
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Or Alexandria is like Cannes with acne. Thanks to Michael Palin I knew what to expect. Alexandria was the French Riviera with tones of Bombay thrown in. After all, Egypt WAS India, wasn't it? "Ah, so you are going to Alex!", my teammate said. I was
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"Cairo is like Bombay", I decided the moment I walked out of the aircraft. The air had the same spicy tang that greets you in India, the heat was like a warm blanket- just uncomfortable enough to want you to take a bath, like, immediately. The airhostess had
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* Listen to L^2 dance music online. It's like a wonderful blast from the past. It doesn't help, however, that I don't know the actual titles of the songs. This means a LOT of trial and error, boys and girls. * Prove conclusively to Hil
Crazy Stuff
Excerpt from an email to my fellow interns (who were so busy they never read it!!) So here I was, at 9 pm, driving back from Antwerp to Brussels after a marathon session of completely getting lost on the Antwerp Ring road. There's something very scary about coming
Crazy Stuff
Belgium is a small country. When I say small, I don't mean, you sneeze and you reach Antwerpen from Brussels (or Bruxelles, or Brussel or the tiny minscule capital of the EU); it's not THAT small. But it's quiet, and well-behaved and if