One evening in June, while jogging around my home town on my usual 12 km route and witnessing a postcard-perfect sunset, I caught myself thinking that the times that I tend to notice things around me in finest details are either while running or exploring the world through a lens.
A couple of weeks ago I had a chance to take some photos in a small Austrian wedding in Steyr. Thomas and Christina got married in the midst of old castle walls, the greenery of the surrounding park and their family, children and closest friends.
One day a short while ago I caught myself thinking about travelling. What came out was something that vaguely resembles a poem (but would never really classify as one, of course). No idea why I wrote it, it just sort of happened.
It’s been a while since I last wrote here. Not that I didn’t want to. I just didn’t take time for it. The last year has passed by like a blink of an eye. I have kept myself busy building a new internet bank for DNB and a new home for myself.
A couple of weeks ago I returned from the journey to the Central and Southern part of Morocco. I discovered the Arabic kingdom of North Africa from the mountains to the desert, to the coast.
Morocco was the first African country that I set my foot on. I had been looking forward to it for a while and now that it became a reality I was rather surprised to find out that it is actually more of an Arabic country than the Africa of one’s imagination.
With the arrival of the darkest winter months, I felt the growing urge to have a short laid-back do-nothing holiday.
On my way to work last Friday morning I realized with alarm that I had not yet started to feel the usual excitement about running a marathon. At previous times I had experienced the intimidating pre-race anxiety already a week before the event and at that moment I was only 48 hours away from the …
Following my previous post about a long forgotten trip to Laos, below are the photos from the few weeks I spent in Vietnam in 2010. I started out from the hot and humid South, amazed at the variety of food and the number of motorcycles that could fit in Ho Chi Minh City. I continued …
Approximately 2 and a half years ago I spent a few weeks in Laos trekking in the villages of the Northern part of the country, then flying from the sleepy Vientiane to the sizzling hot Ho Chi Minh City and continuing my way up to the Sa Pa area in Vietnam. Somehow I never came …