The driver whose name is Elias, was supposed to pick me up at 09:00 o’clock in the morning. When it became nine sharp, he wasn’t there, however. I started to get a bit nervous, as we Swiss usually do, when an agreed upon time isn’t met by the minute.
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What to expect of today? A smooth and uncomplicated journey to my final destination? Or perhaps a night in a hotel room in Amsterdam? I couldn’t tell yet.
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The sun is burning on our heads. It has a tremendous power, but it too, can not quite penetrate the hazy, dusty air that is currently haunting Nepal’s sky. …
I’m waiting. At Gate 103 in Terminal 3, Manila Airport. Two hours ago I said goodbye to Lim. My heart was racing. …
Our second train ride in India is a bit different than the first. Why? Because someone sits on our reserved seats. …
It is so not at all loud. I hear no horn. Only a few people speak in the darkness of the street, which seems not to be illuminated at this time of the day. …
Actually you should sleep in, on a Saturday morning. Ok, that is meant less for me, but rather for Lim. He works all week, gets up at 05:00 o’clock and always comes home after 18:00 o’clock. I can sleep in whenever I want. Well, not today. …