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This moment

September 9, 2017
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Ich habe mich an meinem zweiten Arbeitstag bei dem Gedanken ertappt, wieso ich den Moment nicht mehr genossen habe, als ich in Laos auf meine Wäsche warten musste und nichts zu tun hatte. Ich war in Luang Prabang, trug seit drei Tagen, ach was, seit einer Woche, dieselbe Hose, ging runter um meine sauberen Klamotten abzuholen, aber sie waren nicht fertig. Dann machte ich erstmal nichts.

Ich weiss auch nicht, warum gerade diese scheinbar unbedeutende Episode aus den Tiefen meines Unterbewusstseins heraufgedrungen ist. Ich hatte den Moment genossen! Ich habe jeden einzelnen Moment dieser Wahnsinnsreise genossen! Darum ging es nicht. Es ging darum, diese Einstellung in meinem neuen alten Job und überhaupt im Alltag beizubehalten. Denn das schönste Souvenir meiner Reise sind nicht all die Erinnerungen und unvergesslichen Momente, die mich ein Leben lang begleiten werden. Es ist die Erkenntnis, die ich in einem japanischen Zen Kloster auf einem Schild las:

This moment

will never come back


Fast ein Haiku. Auch dieser Moment, in dem dunkle Regenwolken über den Schwarzwald ziehen, während ich meinen Blog schreibe, wird nie wiederkehren. Deswegen geniesse ich ihn unendlich.

Wie ihr seht, bin ich wieder da. Kann mich nicht daran erinnern, warum ich jemals weg wollte. Das Deutsche kommt langsam wieder als Ausdrucksform. Ich lese Goethe. Bis demnächst.


Laotian steam sauna

April 22, 2017

What do you do on a lazy afternoon in Vientiane, in 40 degrees Celsius? You go to the steam room!

After Ms A left for Bangkok, I suddenly had nothing to do. Instead of drinking my second capuccino or third beer of the day, I decided to do something different in the hopes of a local experience. 

Thank god this place is not listed in the Lonely Planet (yet), so apart from three young monks and a sex tourist, I was the only visitor. The changing room, washing area and steam cabin itself are gender separated, although the whole area is quite small. Let’s face it, it’s someone’s back yard. 

There are various natural skin care products on sale as I discovered too late (oat rub, clay, honey), as well as unlimited hot green tea. Again, it’s about 40 degrees outside. Inside the cabin it is closer to 90 and they had wooden benches like in a classical sauna. A herbal mix consisting of Eukalyptus, lemongrass and various other things was set in a basket on top of the steam exhaust, filling the air with a nice aroma. 

I did three rounds of steaming in a rented sarong totally on my own in the female cabin. I skipped the massage since they only had the Chinese type on offer that day, with those suction cups on your back…. That would have been too authentic, even for me. 

Altogether it was really great and the outside temperature felt nice and cool afterwards. For 20,000 kip entry + 2,000 for the  sarong (less than 3 euros in total) I would highly recommend this as a local experience in the middle of downtown Vientiane, away from the usual tourist activities. 

A Mekong

April 15, 2017
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Phnompenben megüt a hő, izzik az aszfalt,

elhagyott papucsot a nap porrá aszalt.

Sehol egy szellő, a levegő áll,

a Mekong folyik, folydogál.


Északra haladva Angkor templomai várnak,

az emberiség köszönheti Suryavarman királynak.

Az UNESCO vèd, pénzt szed, adminisztrál,

a Mekong csak folyik, folydogál.


Laóba érkezve kezdődik az Újév,

az embereket látszólag elkapta a hév.

Mindenhol víz, zene – a tömeg ordibál,

a Mekong folyik, csak folydogál.


A nap lement, lassan hazamegyek,

sticky rice-t kajálnak az utcai ebek.

a bulinak vége, mindenki szundikál,

a Mekong folyik, folydogál.


Egy sabaideet kinyögök, annyit jelent hogy helló,

ha van ami nem hiányzik, az a meló.

Csob-csobban a víz, az élet csordogál,
a Mekongot követve folyik, folydogál.


Lassan fél éve a világot járom,

az egész akció egy gyerekkori álmom.

A gyomrom néha kivan, a hajam van mitől égnek áll,

a Mekong folyik, folydogál.


Egyszer vége lesz ennek is, marad az emlék,

utazás nélkül mit is tennék?

A további terv még állatira nem áll,

a Mekong csak folyik, folydogál.

Angkor details

April 5, 2017

Some pictures of the Angkor temple komplex, which I toured for the past three days, without words. 










The aesthetics of cheap breakfast

March 25, 2017
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In my experience so far in SE Asia, you can get a cheap, tasty and filling breakfast at local food stalls or small bars almost anywhere. For 0.5 to 1.5 euros, you can leave behind the banana pancake trail and eat sweet bean filled pastry or chicken soup accompanied by green tea instead.

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Farewell to Burma

March 24, 2017


At the Botahtaung Jetty, lookin’ lazy at the river,
I wonder about many things small, medium and bigger.

Cocktail sizes are what really matter now,

the sun is setting, I’m late for happy hour!


Myanmar, Burma, call it what you may,

it’s been a thoroughly lovely 25 day stay.

From the wooden vessels in dusty ol’ Myeik,

to the fishermen posing for shots at Inle lake.

From Lashio town where mainly Chinese sell,

to Yangon capitol, where the burmese hipsters dwell.

By bus, by train, by bike – I saw many a site:

The pagodas so golden the rice ever so white.

I’m off to Cambodia tomorrow but will have to be back,

Burma, I love you, off the beaten track!

Owls everywhere

March 16, 2017
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I noticed them the very first day I entered Myanmar – the owls. As you guys know there is a global owl craze going on and I always wonder where these movements come from. Did some trend scout come here years ago to discover the potential of these cuties on everything from mugs to smartphone cases? Was it the invention of a desperate Greek entrepreneur to build on their long history of owl symbolism for an exit out of the crisis? (Think Greek one euro coin.) 

Or was it simply Harry Potter?

I don’t know. But I found a pretty good summary of humanity’s obsession with owls as symbols of wisdom, philosophy, good luck, bad luck, you name it, on a jewelry website of all places. (Selling personalized owl rings, of course.) In Myanmar they are supposed to come in pairs and are considered the lucky bird. I bought mine at a stall for temple gimmicks but have seen them everywhere since. 

Do you have an owl at home? Do you support the global owl craze?