I'm writing this at the back of a green '82 Mitsubishi kombi, Stevo on my right, our new friends, Stefan and Stephy in the front, and a gorgeous white Siberian Husky named Mansi, in the back. It's 1:03am and the sun is not even remotely close to setting...
Yes, walking Husky puppies in the Norwegian woods is considered a real job. 'Puppy walkers' exist, and their job description includes taking four-legged fluff balls out daily to ensure they grow up big and strong. It is even more important, when the puppies are being groomed to become racing sled dogs. A stringent walking regime preps the small clumsy pups for the real world, and if the walkers have done their job properly, the puppies can join the larger dogs on sled training as young as 6 months. The length of the walks have to gradually increase, much the same as long distance marathon runner training. Walkers try and spot qualities in the small puppies that give them an idea of...
There's receiving-a-weekly-fluff-calendar-addressed-to-you-from-Instagram cool. There's bumping-into-your-favourite-celebrity-at-your-local-deli cool. And then, there's Berlin. Although we only spent a couple days roaming the inner city neighborhoods, we were blown away with Berlin's ahead-of-the-curve freshness. It's as if the whole town has been painted over with a sleek design brush. Everything from the chic glass parliament buildings, to the intricate typography found on store signage. We couldn't get enough. Our day began with a cultural visit to the Berlin Wall. As children, we only read about this historical site, and it was a surreal experience to be surrounded by this powerful symbol of the world's history. As both our families were directly affected by the war, the feelings we were left with that day, will stay with us forever. In...
We recently had the pleasure of playing host in a foreign land. 'Foreign' because we technically have only been in Salzburg for several weeks, (even though we're already familiar with some of the top local spots and secret alleyway gems), and 'playing host' because our friend Ant hopped on a flight from London, and joined us for a week to see what all our fuss has been about. Hope you had fun Ant! Salzburg can (arguably) be called Austria's prettiest city. To our surprise, the old-fashioned architecture, and baroque cobbled streets haven't been hummed out with the modern bustle of tourists, as opposed to our impression of Vienna. Sure, there's tons of tour guides roaming the Hohensalzburg Fortress with crowds in tow, and the grand...
It's not everyday you get to drive into another country for the morning; at least not for a couple of South Africans. This was a quite a new concept. Chanel: "What do you want to do today?" Steve: "Not sure hey, maybe a drive to the lake?" Chanel: "How about we drive to Germany?" Being only 45 minuets away from our current location, the town of Burghausen, situated in the Altötting district, was the perfect way to spend a weekday. Hopping the border was as easy as driving across the Salzach river into the old town. You are immediately taken aback by the vibrant coloured building in the main square, but then as you look up, you see a massive castle complex dominating the...
As we traveled through the Austrian countryside on our Westbahn train, we had no idea what to expect from Linz. Would it look like Salzburg (the only reference of an Austrian city we had)? Would it be almost as chaotic as Amsterdam on New Year's Eve? Don't ever go to Amsterdam on New Year's Eve. Would it have a traditional feel like Munich, with a "who wore their Lederhosen best"? Well, it only took an hour and a bit to get to Linz, so we would shortly find out. We then heard the familiar sound of an Austrian woman shouting at us over the intercom: "Nächster Halt...
Sometimes you arrive in a city, and it immediately sweeps you off your pleather boots. You get this weird buzz under your skin; it's like you've been there before - maybe in a past life - and all 43 muscles in your face suddenly jump into a frenzy. "Why can't I help but smile?" you ask yourself, "why do I look like a cheese douche, smiling at nothing?" This was the case with Vienna, possibly the most contradictory city in Austria. On the one hand, you get the modern, chic bustle any major city gives off – pristinely-manicured women, hustling through the U-Bahn, and a cosmopolitan flair exuding similar traits to that of London (or New York, I would imagine). Then...
Word of the day - WERFEN. (Ver-fenn) The first time I heard of it, I thought it was one of those wafers that go so well with tea. You know those hazelnut ones...
Here we are, the day of departure, and every possible butterfly in the world is currently stored in our 2 bellies. We’ve spent the last few days saying our (very sad) goodbyes, selling our cars and furniture, handing over our rental apartment keys to the Estate Agent, and packing (what is left of) our belongings into 4 bags. Liberating doesn’t even begin to explain it. And somehow we don’t feel so alone in our quest for anti-Stuffocation. We have 6 friends in our immediate circle who, just like us, are currently enjoying the #SabbaticalVibes. Strangely, all coming from the advertising industry…coincidence? But either way, maybe us “crazies” who believe we should sell it all to travel the world are onto something. Just recently we heard Graham Moore push...
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