Israel – A Random Day In Jerusalem

Arriving on a new town i like to roam around randomly, drinking coffee in the streets, visiting a market place or hanging around a square and listen to the street musician. Just to get the vibes of the new place. Jerusalem was no exception in that.

The people were busy. Most of them. A few took their time to listen to the street music. Some homeless people were on the streets also, hoping for a Shekel or two, while a soldiers taking a cigarette break. Lots of security units on the squares anyway, but no ones seems to feel threatened or scared. In the opposite, all pretty relaxed and enjoying life. Even when a small demonstration passes by, chanting incomprehensible sayings and waving Ethiopian flags. All peacefully.

Without planning i ended up in the Old Town Jerusalem. Eventually i stood in front of the Western wall with the view of praying Jews and the Dome of Rock. Having already a glimpse on the main attractions of the city, i decided it’s enough for today and headed back to New Jerusalem on search of a tasty falafel meal.

Israel – Shushan Purim Jerusalem 2023

It’s just happened i was in Jerusalem while the celebration of the Jewish holidays of Shushan Purim.

Already in the outskirts of Jerusalem i’ve seen people with masquerades, funny vehicles and music instruments . I’m told to go to the centre where in the pedestrian zones some street parties going on. Although the holidays are more than only the party and dancing, that’s a most awaited part of it. For more information about the origin of Purim read here!

I was wandering trough the crowd, dancing to music, watching the performances and just enjoy happy people around me …and took a lot of pictures from happy people….

Tel Aviv – Carmel Market

It’s a must, they said.

My first impression was, it’s just another market like so many other ones.

But when you look bit closer, you find many local specialities, worth to try or consider to take as a souvenir.

Just a few photo impressions:

The Cold-Wet In The Italian Apennin

Bad weather forecast for all the Northern Italy. Not only cold, but also lots of rain was predicted. No fun for camping at all.

I had to move on anyway. So i looked up for an alternative route and accommodation.

Go to the Apennin, they said. It’s fun, they said.

Fortunately i booked an apartment, i thought, when the cold creeped in the car as i gained more and more altitude. Around 1200 m a.s.l. the narrow, winding road got snow covered and icy.

Happily and safely i arrived that small unknown village, hidden in the thick fog,

Nobody to see on the street. Even the building, where i booked my apartment seemed abandoned. Only the neighbor opened his window, glared to my car and let me know, i’m parking on his property and have to move the car on the right place. The neighbor watch works all over the world, i thought amused.

Eventually i got into my warm, heated rooms and went out to explore the village. I passed the church and the memorial, which looked even more sad in the cold. A board at the pharmacy shows 4°C only. Many shops are closed down for the season. So are most restaurants and bars.

On the main square were some cars parked. Indeed, there’s a cafe open. Old men were sitting on tables, drinking coffee or beer and playing cards, while other watching and commenting the game. I could feel the eyes following me, when i entered and approached the waitress behind the counter.

Eventually they turned back to the game and to their conversation, while i sip on my cappuccino and observe the scene. The fog made the glass door milky, as if it try to push into the room. I felt like in a time capsule, thrown back 50 years or so, when the only bar in the village was the meeting point and source of the news, inside and outside of their world.

On my way back i found a little store, where i got some groceries, but most important some fresh bread, a small, typically cake, called panettone, and a bottle of red wine. What a cosy evening was awaiting me.

There’s sunshine in Milano

My local friend felt already pity for me and assured me, it’s unusual having so many misty and rainy days in a row here.

On my last day in Milano it happened: The sun appeared with an unexpected power, to this time of the year, and lifted the mist over the city. Let’s go again to the city centre for a stroll, i told myself.

After a cappuccino i was ready to walk under the blue sky. I was not alone. The entire town seemed to enjoy the sun again too. The place in front of the cathedral was full of people. Amused to watch all the selfie freaks with their duck faces and the shopping addicted in the holy halls of commerce. I got myself lost in the streets of Milano, found another nice, little restaurant with tasty ‚panzerotto‘ and of course coffee, my personal addiction.

Piri-Piri Market In Mozambique

Best place to buy fresh product and local specialities are the local markets. It’s also the place to meet people and chat with locals. Fresh made Piri-Piri, a spicy sauce made from chilli peppers, are displayed all over the market. It was my goal to get some before i leave the country. The women been calling me to get her best products, even i was just roaming around first. A cute toddler sat in front of the vegetables and observed me curiously when got picked up by his mother. Too cute to just pass by.

Next to the colorful market is a simply restaurant with refreshment. Just right to sit down, watching the life on market and get to know more people. Junior tells me from his work as a psychiatrist in the hospital nearby. He’s also a photo enthusiast, tells me from his uncle, who got even famous as a photographer. Pity i don’t have more time to meet that guy in person.

On my way out of the market i stumbled in „Fernandos Bar“, covered with cards and stickers. Why isn’t there are business card of mine, i asked amused. Hand me some over, i’ll stick it somewhere, the bar keeper replied. In no time was my business card tacked above the bar desk and several sticker of my website put on the fridge and the beer tap. This must be celebrate with a tasty beer, i decided…

A Very Special Christmas In South Africa

Talking about hospitality and friendship, I always think first on my dear friends in South Africa, who not only taking care of my Land Rover when I’m back in Switzerland, but also introduced me to the entire family and thought me a lot about the country and their business, farming.

Every time after I arrived the country, I was invited to stay at least a few days on their farm. I was taken around, got to see what’s changed since my last visit and spend also time with their sons and their families or friends. There’s no warmer welcome possible, since they make me feel as part of the community, almost family, but not as stranger anymore. It went so far, I got invited to the big family reunion for Christmas two years ago. 

When I came back this year, I was missing my old friend H., who sadly passed away last January. That terrible covid-pandemic got another victim. A big man with big heart let behind not only a beloved wife, but also five sons, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. 

I spent some time with my lady friend A., the widow and sharing good memories about Sir H. And listen to interesting stories from the past. Although I had other plans, A. Invited me again for Christmas to join the family gathering. When my plans got changed, she almost insist to come and I couldn’t deny the honor which was given to me again.

Terrible news reached me a day before the family gathering: my dear friend A. passed away. I was in shock of that completely unexpected event. She was in deep grief of the big loss of her husband, but seemed physically strong and healthy. 

To be frankly, I was not only in shock, but also got uncertain, how to deal with the grieving family. Was it inappropriate to stay on the farm? Should I arrange anything special and how can I show my deep condolences to them? But once again I felt the big hospitality of this family, which decided to gather in memory of Lady A. and welcomed me to stay. 

The festive days began early morning with a memorial ceremony of Lady A. 

All family members gathered on a viewpoint of the farm, where the bush opens to beautiful African landscape with the Blouwe Berge on the horizon. All helped making this spot special with putting flowers, oranges and candles there. I was asked to help with filming and photographing for keeping it in memory, and I was grateful to be able to contribute something

The family said goodbye with singing, reading from the Bible, sharing some memories about this lady with a big heart. It was a wonderful, heartwarming event, made me feel cry over the loss of such a good friend.

Despite this awful loss, the family knows life goes on. And in good memories, the joy of Christmas wasn’t forgotten. Children playing cricket or rugby on the grass, on the braai (SouthAfrican BBQ) is food roasting and from time to time we drove around the farm to watch the wildlife. This also included a thorn in a kid foot, which I tried to remove, or some minor sun burn after floating on the pools bit too long. 

There’s a lot of talk, laughter, play and of course food and drink. Special occasions like icing of cookies (#lebkuchenhaus), swimming in a water reservoir in the bush or delivering gifts, are not missed either. 

All in all a very jolly time, but never forgotten the two people who founded this family

You will understand, that I avoid to show clear faces, since this was a private occasion. Nevertheless, I want share some impression from these special and emotional days. Also as an expression for my gratefulness for all this hospitality and big friendship.

OST-EUROPA-MOTORRADTOUR #40: Eine Bergfestung in Bulgarien

Von der weiten Ebenen der Walachei überquerte ich die Donau und betrete, bzw. befahre, das 13. Land auf meiner Osteuropa-Tour. Bulgarien. Anstatt der gemächlich fliessenden Donau flussaufwärts zu folgen, beschloss ich einen Umweg in die Berge zu machen. Dort klebt am Hang der kleine Ort Veliko Tarnovo, dessen wechselreiche Geschichte bis zur Römerzeit zurück reicht. Das mittelalterliche anmutende Zentrum am Berg wird von einem idyllischen Fluss umschlossen. Auf der Spitze thront ein Burgareal mit mächtigen Mauern. Ich parkte kurz davor, beschloss aber dann doch, lieber die Pause bei einem Kaffee mit Ausblick zu nutzen. Der Cappuccino des „Panorama Restaurant“  schmeckte scheusslich. Aber man kann ja nicht alles im Leben haben, dachte ich und wendete mich dem wahrlich erhebenden Ausblick über den Ort und das Tal zu.

OST-EUROPA-MOTORRADTOUR #34: Letzter Spaziergang durch Odessa

Ohne festes Ziel. Zum Hafen, wo die ganzen Kreuzfahrtschiffe einlaufen und von wo sich Touristengruppen in der Stadt verteilen. Der Strassen entlang, wo sich Halbstarke mit ihren Motorräder wichtig machen. Zu einem der Parks, wo sich Schachspieler duellieren und sich einer als Meister entpuppt. Durch Kaufhäuser, die nicht durch ihr Warenangebot beeindrucken, sondern durch ihre Architektur. An interessanten Statuen und schönen Frauen vorbei, die Geschichten aus der Vergangenheit und der Gegenwart erzählen. Ich kann nicht etwas heraus picken, was Odessa besonders macht. Aber wenn es was ist, dann ist es das Flair, das am Schwarzen Meer einzigartig ist.

OST-EUROPA-MOTORRADTOUR #24: Kiev; Höhlenkloster, Parkanlagen und mobiler Kaffeewagen.

Kiev hat, wie viele andere historische Städte, hunderte von Kirchen und Kathedralen. Diese eine aber, wieder eine UNESCO-gschützte, versprach nochmals etwas Besonderes zu beherbergen. Nicht umsonst wird dieses Kloster Kiewer Höhlenkloster genannt. In den Felswänden zum Fluss Dnepr hin siedelten Mönche in Höhlen an. Später wurden Kapellen und Kathedrale etc darum herum gebaut. Auch ein Glockenturm gibt’s wieder zu besteigen. Dieses ganze Treppensteigen ersetzt jegliches Fitnessprogramm. Der Blick über die Dnepr und Stadt ist aber von hier besonders lohnenswert.

Vom sonnigen Glockenturm in die dunklen Höhlen der Mönche. Fotografieren ist dort verboten. Aber das Licht und die engen Gänge würden es sowieso nicht zulassen. Nur Kerzenlicht erhellen einige Ausbuchtungen in den Gängen. Vielerorts liegen Särge und Schreine. Ein kleiner Altar flackert goldig im Kerzenlicht. Wären nicht so viele Geistliche und Besucher, es wäre beinahe unheimlich dort.

Gemütlich folge ich daraufhin dem Fluss. Parks reihen sich hier aneinander, versehen mit Statuen, Mahnmalen und Monumenten. Stadtleute kommen um Sonne zu tanken, sich gegenseitig zu fotografieren oder Händchen zu halten. Da kommt ein geschäftstüchtiger Kaffe-Van gerade recht. Wie in so vielen Quartieren der Stadt, kam auch hier ein umgebauter Kaffeewagen angerollt. Eine clevere Geschäftsidee, die ich natürlich unterstützen musste.