The words for spring and autumn are very similar in Turkish. Spring is in the second quarter of the year from March to June is Ilk bahar – translated the first spring. When there is fall in Europal, there is Son Bahar in Turkey – the last spring. And it is true – while the … Read More “Autumn at the Lycian Coast” »
India is like a lucky bag-. One – no, endless numbers of new worlds are opening up. Each city is different, wherever you go, there are always new and fascinating landscapes, and friendly people everywhere – at least in most places, Indians and loads of travelers. I cannot count the number of nocturnal and sometimes … Read More “Five months in India – a small personal summary” »
Is this still India, I ask myself sometimes. The streets clean, almost no cows or pigs, stray dogs not to mention. The landscape is green, tropical , only sporadic shanties, mostly there are pretty houses – many with painted porches and quite colorful. And women on the streets everywhere. Yes, Kerala is different. It is … Read More “Kerala “God’s own country” or the Indian Switzerland” »
“Madam, do you want a Rickshaw? I can organize all tours for you, and I can guide you”. No matter where you are going- just shortly after the arrival there is a certain guarantee to be addressed in this way every few meters. This does often not correspond to our idea of a nice arrival, … Read More “Joy and burden with Rickshawdrivers” »
In Hindu temples and a surfeit of stories, gods and images. Here in Bijapur – Islamic architecture, the Agra of the South as some call it. The buildings impress with their overall concept and moods. The Golgumbaz has one of the largest free-standing domes in general and the Ibrahim Rauza is a beautifully designed mosque … Read More “Bijapur – a first glimpse of the North” »
II’m in a family restaurant (these are restaurants, which are decidedly open to women and children) as a little girl is coming towards me. She looks at me and asks me very politely: What is your name and after my answer immediately a second question about my country of origin. Another answer, and two counter-questions … Read More “Meeting people” »
There are no cozy hotels, comfortable hang out areas or similar stuff here. The village consists of a lively main street and pretty narrow, whitewashed single-storey houses. The main street – a constant honking, shouting around, buses, cows, pigs, small food stalls and small shops behind. On the other side of the village there is … Read More “Badami – the charm, that reveals itself slowly” »
The Ramayama is one of India’s central epics. It is not as long as the better-known Mahabharata (which is as long as the Iliad and the Odyssey together), but is still quite a complicated story, which extends geographically across the Indian subcontinent. Since the Ramayama plays partly in Hampi , and as I stumble upon … Read More “The Ramayama – very short” »
Hampi is a place to slow down. It radiates a serenity and beauty with its temples and the very peculiar stone landscape. I spend my days in peace. Mostly I am active for half of the day – looking at temples, going to the lake and hiking through the beautiful landscape along the river. The … Read More “Hampi – a short overview” »
A small village on the coast of Goa – a Catholic church, small hotels on the beach with cabins, a few restaurants, private guesthouses. At the beach, more cows than people and more locals than tourists. I’m accommodated in Simrose, a nice place to arrive – in a breezy beach cottage overlooking the sea, with … Read More “Silent days in Agonda” »
