Olympos was hot. Walking outside immediately caused sweat to pour from my body. Sitting in my room was an option, but only a kilometer or so away was the sea. And, that was a better option. Arlene and I strolled down the small road to the sea, dodging cars and trying to stay cool. OnContinue reading “Heat = Sea”
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To be, or not to be … topless
The women surrounding us on the beach had one thing in common: they were missing their swimmer tops. And not the least bit shy about walking, running, jumping in the rolling waves of the Mediterranean without being covered. Going topless on a European beach. It’s on my bucket list. But, could I really take offContinue reading “To be, or not to be … topless”
Why are we going in circles? And other errors in sea navigation
“OK,” I breathed. “Follow my lead. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Left. Left. Left. Left. Awww, shit.” Isabelle (one of the writers on #blogtripf1 and my new and amazing friend) and I had stuck together when we arrived to the Mediterranean Sea and were greeted with an array of kayaks, boards and catamarans. And now,Continue reading “Why are we going in circles? And other errors in sea navigation”
My first glimpse of Africa
I picked 14 K on the Brussels flight to Kigali on purpose. I wanted a window seat and to spread my legs out in front of me. I never get the chance to sit in the first seat in the economy class, but this time, the Plane Gods were on my side. The trip toContinue reading “My first glimpse of Africa”
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