Mumbai welcomed me exactly as expected: loud, hot, humid, chaotic - and somehow still incredibly charming. It took almost two hours for immigration after two A380s landed simultaneously (night-arrival efficiency: denied) and at at 5:30am I collapsed at Naman’s place for a much-needed reboot. The next five days were a immersion into his world: constant change of plans, food craze & lazy lunches, rooftop football, late-night movies in recliner chairs (yes, complete with the national anthem), and meandering through Colaba, Bandra and South Mumbai. Mumbai is a city of contrasts - leafy calm around the apartment, and two streets later, full sensory overload: traffic, horns, people, life everywhere. I escaped the heat with café breaks, sampled my way through street food (wada pav instantly entered the top tier), and let the city do what Mumbai does best: overstimulate and embrace you in the same breath. Landing in Kerala felt like switching from fast-forward to slow motion....
After years of flirting with the idea, a couple of weeks deciding on the route, and a few days of - loosely - preparing, the day had come to finally embark on the Camino Portugués. The alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. 😴 Excitement and a touch of fear made sleep elusive. A quick ride to the airport, a short nap on the plane, and by 8:45 a.m. I found myself in sunny Porto - the perfect welcome to lighten my mood. At the Sé Catedral I picked up my Camino credentials, followed my first yellow arrows, and rewarded myself with a warm pastel de nata and a cachorrinho (local hotdog) recommended by my Uber driver. Too tired for the city crowds, I hopped on an early train to Vila Praia de Âncora - my chosen starting point. An evening by the beach, early dinner, and quiet time at the hotel helped me feel mentally prepared, physically overpacked 😂, and ready for whatever lay ahead. Day 1 – 28 km / 6 h 10 min I left at 8:30 a.m., the sun already rising over the rugged coast. The signs were...
We landed in Nairobi at 6am, bleary-eyed but buzzing with anticipation. After a quick briefing with our tour operator and a much-needed coffee, we were already on the way to the Maasai Mara - the starting point of our safari marathon through Kenya and Tanzania. The first stretch was easy until the tarmac ended and the “African massage” began: hours of bumpy dirt tracks that made naps an extreme sport. The reward? Our first zebras, antelopes, and giraffes - and soon after, a herd of elephants. Just like that, the adventure had begun. By sunset, we’d already seen four of the Big Five - lions, elephants, rhinos, and buffalo, with only the leopard missing. Hyenas, ostriches, and gazelles filled the gaps, and we learned that “Mara” means “dotted” - referring to the spotted animals and the scattered acacia trees. Lions, we discovered, also enjoy shade from tourist jeeps. After a long day of game drives, we rounded things off with a visit to a Maasai village - interesting, if a bit...
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ich wünsche Dir viel Spaß und alles Gute für deinen Trip. Lass was von dir hören!
LG Britti :)
geile route :)