... We had hotpot and then they wanted to see my hotel room. Being just a 68 Y room I felt a bit embarrassed, but they loved it. We cramped into the room and sat down on the bed and as the temperature increased ...
... love for her country, but she replied national pride was not the point. When injustice is committed it doesn’t matter where it happens. As we were chatting, I noticed how the white complexion of her skin ...
... I gladly felt the spontaneity of a warm welcome as opposed to the burden of rules that a bigger establishment has to impose and that can open a gap between the guest and the host.
Pécs is a lovely ...
... culture and what not, hardly leaving me any time to respond. He was one of those who love listening to themselves talk and don’t expect any reaction from their counterparts. All I could do was listen, ...
... London, I felt a bit nostalgic of my summer past roaming across Syria and Turkey.
My visit was unconventional: I did my sightseeing at the time, and now I just let my eyes roam appreciatively on lovely ...
... the afternoon. I had a word with their teacher before the class began. She welcomed me and said she would love to help me in exchange for assistance in Italian, but unfortunately she had no time at the ...
... this period, while the rest of her group took the way of return, she decided to stay longer, not just for the dancing. Since her motive was love, she braced herself for her first cohabitation experience ...
... thatched huts, the road crosses two communities and finally touches Larabanga.
I put up at a guesthouse that offered simple rooms and sincere hospitality. All around was the lovely community straddling ...
... purpose of the meeting was soon swept aside by the continuation of the tale of her life.
Was she more in love with this escapade of hers than with herself or with her husband? As she talked glibly, he ...
... party is weaker than me. If I act with more patience, understanding and love I’ll be able to correct a behaviour that is guided by patterns of revenge, display of supremacy, and repressed frustrations. ...
Last night I took a stroll through an exciting night market that made me fall in love with Kashgar at first sight. It was unlike any other Chinese market I had seen so far, full of visitors and stalls ...
... And I had to turn down repeated offers from the man who had changed my 50 € because he had fallen in love with my wrist watch and absolutely wanted to buy it. He went as far as offering 30 percent more ...
... myself that never will I submit to such an ordeal.
In the late afternoon I hire a bike and have a lovely ride along a street that skirts dainty farmhouses just outside the town. You would believe yourself ...
... the bus station. The lovely landlord’s little son gapes in admiration as soon as he sees me, a foreigner, step in. He follows me upstairs and when I open the door to go out I find him waiting for me. He ...
... He is all for a healthy lifestyle as is evident from his supple body, evenly tanned by the tropical sun of former travel destinations.
What is odd is that he came here because of an imaginary love story. ...
... to provide a materialistic counterpart to the mosque minaret.
The place is scattered with Thracian ruins. Lovers have convened to enjoy the sunset, if not their intimacy, surrounded as they are by other ...
Among all the nice people I’ve met in Ethiopia the thing that stands out as a common feature is their lovely smile. People often greeted and welcomed me with a beaming face, white teeth contrasting beautifully ...
Yesterday night I was doing some planning and I fell in love with Debre Damo just by reading about it. Its location on a mountain top that can only be reached by climbing up a rope seemed very intriguing, ...
... here on, the route is very pleasant until we get to Debark. It’s not the dramatic views we enjoyed from the top of the plateau, but it’s nevertheless a lovely countryside.
We stopped for lunch ...
... means that the quickest eats the most, so if I didn’t want to leave the place with an empty stomach, I had to adapt and start grabbing my share at their rhythm.
They were lovely children, one Muslim ...