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The simplicity in the artwork: Madrid, Spain

Canopy through the rainforest, Honduras

What does standard deviation mean if you different? What does Honduras a country far away from your own mean? When we set anchor off the coast, little boats shipped us to the shore. That’s Honduras have you ever heard of it? There are Maya ruins, there is great coffee and there is the rainforest. Flying over the Atlantic could mean nothing in comparison of rainforest canopy – viewing from the treetop. Rainforests are often called the lungs of the planet.

We decided we are going to be part of it. After white water rafting in Costa Rica, canopy in Honduras was on our list. We went on the bus, this time we were only a handful. Let’s put it this way, in the bus we were wondering if the rather unfit couple would make the trip through the trees. We arrived at the platform, went up and the first free ride was incredible. Feet up, helmet on, sliding from one tree to the other – that’s how canopy feels. We broke free. There was a moment when the rather unfit couple lost their camera. All their holiday memories were falling down, soaked in by the rainforest. Honestly, that was their most exciting moment during holidays. A story they’d tell their grandchildren.

After an hour of being part of the rainforest we arrived at the camp. Luckily, German settlers made a business out of brewing beer. You don’t have to go far to enjoy your home.

It’s always up to your own view.

White water rafting, Costa Rica

Explored by the Spanish in the 16th century Costa Rica is one of the Central American provinces that have a relatively high standard of living. The average life expectancy is 77 years. In international comparisons that means rank 58. The backbone of the economy is the export of bananas, coffee, sugar and beef. Tourism brings in foreign exchange.

Here we are: My trip to Costa Rica. The lonely planet generation provided some hints such as WHITE WATTER RAFTING as a breathtaking river experience. I didn’t hesitate long when confronted with claims like ‘Experience the adrenaline-charged thrill’ or ‘to enjoy the beauty and abundant white water of the rivers’.  In no time I sat in a mini bus with a bunch of others driving down a tar road, listening to the guide’s speech about bananas. Stop at a local market to buy bananas. We drove past a banana plantation. Well, that was even enough banana information for me!  But then we arrived at the river. It was amazing such beauty, such diversity. The Pacuare River borders the Talamanca Mountains. For only a moment I was questioning if it was safe according to German standards to raft down a river in Costa Rica. I was pushed down the queue to jump into one of the boats, no time to think. ‘Here is your life vest.’

I switched off my mind and enjoyed a moment filled with adventure.

Toronto, 1931, Torchy Peden, cyclist

It was one of those hot days in September. The sun was shining, and I was in Toronto during fashion week. The city was packed with beauty, superficial Botox lovers and us. It was one of those Tuesday mornings; I sipped my espresso macchiato at 11. I was just enjoying life when a cycler on a vintage racing bike passed by.

He waved at us, smiled and we’d pretend we’d known each other. My friend and I looked at each other, nodded and decided: WE NEED TO EXPLORE TORONTO WITH A RACING BIKE. I was only in town for 5 days when our hunting for THE perfect bike began.

1st stop: Toronto classifieds. Online, in local newspapers we found offerings but 70Dollars was out of my budget.

2nd stop: asking ppl in the coffee shop whether they had a sphere bike. ‘Come on, it’s Toronto, everyone has at least one bike.’ The bar tender, Michel, thought

we just tried to get his number. ‘No way, man, we don’t wanna go for drinks, we just wanna bike around the city.’ Unfortunately, handsome Michel only added us on facebook and gave us a couple of practical tips.

3rd stop: vintage store across the road. Once we were setting foot in the vintage store, time changed back to 1931 when Torchy Peden set the 1-mile world record on a brand new velodrome in the Beaches area of Toronto. He nearly travelled 120 kilometers per hour. In 1934 we was singled out by the sports press and named best long distance racer in the world. Andrew a super intelligent bike lover asked if he could help us. We spoke about Torchy and out of the blue Andrew said: ‘I do have a sphere bike. How much u gonna pay?’ Ok, nice try. We turned around when Andrew said: ‘Honestly, I’ve fallen in love with bikes. I just graduated with distinction and I work at the vintage store cause my greatest love is fixing bikes. ‘ In no time we had a deal. The next day, our journey started.

We had a bike and a new friend: Andrew.

Laos, ein Königreich zerfällt

Laos, eines der ärmsten Länder dieser Erde, ist umgeben von mächtigen Nachbarn. Im Norden begrenzt durch China und Myanmar, im Westen umzingelt von Thailand. Im Süden das Tempelreich Kambodscha. Den längsten Grenzabschnitt teilt es mit der sozialistischen Republik Vietnam. Erst vor zwölf Jahren schob das Land den eisernen Bambusvorhang ein Stück zur Seite, um ein Reich, welches zu 80 Prozent aus Gebirgen, Flüssen und Djungel besteht, zu offenbahren.

In der alten Königsstadt Luang Prabang  waren vor Jahren ausschließlich Fahhräder auf den unbefestigten Straßen zu sehen. Die Frauen trugen traditionelle Röcke, gewebt von den Bergstämmen der ethnischen Vielfalt des Landes. Doch der Tourismus kommt schnell, vielerorts zu schnell. Luang Prabang ist heute gesäumt

von Mopeds, Tuk Tuks und Landrovern. Menschen, die mit Trekking- oder Kajaktouren das schnelle Geld machen wollen ohne dabei zu bedenken, dass Touristen nicht nur eine graue Masse, sondern dass Individulität und Sicherheit ebenso bedeutend sind. Wir buchen unsere Biking- und Kajaktour bei Derek, einem redseligen Kanadier. Für einen verhältnismäßig hohen Preis erwarten wir entsprechenden Service.  Nach einer durchzechnten Nacht, 11 Uhr schließen hier alle Pforten, schwingen wir uns mit Kopfschmerzen und einem flauen Gefühl im Magen auf die Montainbikes.

Dann beginnt die Fahrt auf buckligen Pisten bergab und bergauf vorbei an Khmu, Hmong und Lao-Loum Bergvölkern, Kindern, die anfangen zu weinen, da sie noch nie weiße Menschen mit blonden Haaren und blauen Augen begenet sind. Bergab, bergauf. Abseits dieser Pfade leben die Dorfbewohner im Einklang mit Ochsen, Schweinen, Hühnern ohne Zaun oder Leine, weben Röcke, trocknen Chillis oder erlegen Vögel. Als uns beim Radfahren sogar ein Elefant entgegenkommt, sind wir uns sicher: Wir befinden uns im Nirgendwo, weitab der westllichen Welt.

Dann errreichen wir unser Nachtlager: ein Dorf. Wir fallen sofort auf dem harten Holzboden in einen traumlosen Schlaf. Armeeschlafsäcke helfen gegen die nächtliche Kälte. Hin und wieder kräht ein Hahn. Die ersten Sonnenstrahlen kitzeln im Gesicht. Auf in einen neuen Tag im Herzen von Laos.

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Mozambique travel plan

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