September 19 Arrival to Hong Kong on a fast train from Guangzhou, the immigration is pretty much hassle free. It’s hot, of course, but at least it’s not raining. I get the Octopus card (what is it with the English – and (former) colonies – and naming public transport passes after seafood?), which works for … More 55 – Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story…
September 8 Sleep late after a tormented night. Partly due to having chatted until late to a group of Slovaks that I met in my hotel upon my return (and I was verging towards allegro con brio already when I eventually made it back, to be quite honest), partly due to having been waken up … More 52 – Yunnan (Chapter 2)
…where “co” stands mainly for Schnitzel. Anyway; Vienna, the destination of our fencing group’s yearly holiday. The expected nerdy note: I was only familiar with Vienna through the 1949 british noir “The Third Man”, meaning not much at all. Obviously, I did not expect to see the same half-destroyed city, or to find the same … More 29 – Klimt & Co
This is the last one. I promise. This shall be the last post about London. I will keep updating the photographic content for as long as I stay here (not long now), if I manage to take any decent pictures, but I solemnly swear I will not rant any further. Mind you, I don’t regret … More 28 – Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
…et rouge et blanc. Actually no rosé was consumed during my brief escape to the metropolis sur Seine. On the other hand, I got three days of wonderful diet based on foie gras, cheeses, escargots and andouillette. And wine (because drinking regime is important). Probably not a particularly healthy diet, but seriously, does anyone really care? … More 27 – La Vie en Rosé
Mid-afternoon of an otherwise sleepy day in the office, if it wasn’t for the fact that our desk looks a ZOO. Actually this is probably not the best comparison, our desk resembles a ZOO on most days, but today is extreme. People jump around and shout (in delight I think), and clap, and produce all … More 24 – Misfit(s)
A sunny saturday in London. In January. Temperature hovers just above zero, but the humid air makes me shiver more than -30C in Lapland last year. Nevertheless, the locals cycle around me in shorts and light summer jerseys, I’ve even seen a couple of guys in flip-flops. Must have been New Zealanders, they seem to have … More 15 – That’s the way it goes
This wasn’t my first visit to Portugal, but the first one I had planned a bit ahead. The little I knew about Portuguese history came from high school history lessons as a brief mention of Carnation revolution, and the 1995 Italian film “Sostiene Pereira” / “According to Pereira”, starring Marcello Mastroianni, from which I mostly … More 11 – Vamos embora!
Here we go again. What is the biggest lie in man’s life? “I will never touch a drink again”. Well, maybe just, “I will never drink again if I have to take a flight early on the following morning”. Or I will at least try. Most likely won’t. So this weekend of la dolce vita starts … More 10 – Everything looks better in black and white
I was strongly tempted to call this post “Greetings from Shitville”, to carry on the professing of my undying love for this, well, exactly what The Wildhearts so eloquently call it, but the song actually only refers to Hampstead, while my feelings are far more ecumenical. So instead (I am sure some of you actually already … More 7 – London Bye Ta Ta
Kacenka on the road 