Stepping into different times

On the outskirts of Budapest, about a half an hour drive from the centre, lies Memento Park. It is a memorial park where they’ve gathered different statues from the communist period. They come from all over the country and give you a peak into Hungary’s history. You can wander around the statues by yourself, or…

Mountain carting in Grindelwald

It was a cloudy and rainy day on our second day in the Swiss town Interlaken. I’d planned to go up to Grindelwald First and have a look at the view from the top of the mountain. But that wasn’t going to happen. The top of the mountain was covered in thick clouds. There was…

Exploring home: one step at a time

I’ve always wanted to do a longer walk through my own country. I don’t know why, but I guess after traveling so much through other countries, I wanted to find beauty in my own backyard. The idea of being outside and seeing the country at a slow pace just really appealed to me. When I…

A day out: Maastricht

It was the first beautiful day of the year. Sun was promised to us and this time the weatherman was right. It was high time to pick up the good intentions again and explore my own, often overlooked, country. This time my destination was one of the oldest and Southernmost cities: Maastricht. It was once…

To the races!

This weekend were the Hahnenkamm races in Kitzbuhel. I’ve never seen anything like it, but I wasn’t sure if I had a day off to go to see it. On Thursday I arrived at work with one of my colleagues. Not many people were working that day. As we entered the office my boss totally…

Kicking off another ski season

Time flies when you’re having fun. Or when you’re working your ass off. It feels like forever ago that I had time to sit down and gather my thoughts. At the end of October I had my Halloween tour, followed by the end-of-season-party to wrap up summer. I had two nights in my own bed…

Can the real Dracula please rise?

We all know Dracula as the bloodsucking, evil creature made up by Bram Stoker. He’s got long corner teeth, or fangs, a cape, slick black hair and preferably some blood running from the corner of his mouth. And somehow he’s usually portrayed with his hands out like claws. Long story short: he’s out to get…