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winter in berlin

it’s time to reactivate this blog. after working as a velocab driver in the summer of  2012 in berlin, i concentrated on writing and recording  songs over the winter. when autumn came to the city and the grey skies blocked out the sun and at times inspiration as well, i was about to book a flight to mexico. but since my mind was still processing the experiences from the last trip and i didn’t want to leave the possiblities i had here with the intruments and recording equipment, i decided against going on the road again. i finished some songs over the winter but am not quite there yet to start recording another album. i will do so in time and in a way i feel it’s right.

in spring i got back to the velotaxi job, started to save up and in mid season i booked my flight to mexico.

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things i lost in the roadside ditch

i had this post coming for some time but never got around to finish it. today it was brought back to my attention as i left kunming without my music player. after a long days ride i was sitting in a restaurant considering the option to go back by bus, which would have been a 5 hour journey without any guarantees of success, when some crazy chinese guys offered me a lift in their van and i found it at the spot i left it. very lucky indeed!

here we go, so far…


2 fine drinking bottles

a towel

some books

my hat (2 times already)

money (not much but in a wide variety of currencies)

tension belts

the rose from the flower movement (probably stolen)

a tent peg

an air pump (air as well, haha!)

underwear (ragged)

shirt (not ragged)

food (most likely because carelessly strapped on the back of the cycle on top of everything)

sealing ring for the cooker

picks (my favourite thing to lose)


shower gel

tooth paste

my lock (still at lake constance)

my hammock

my patience (in india)

a bolt for the rear derailleur

tire lever


a knife

charger for the digi cam

desinfection spray





my shoes (in salerno, my dirty socks were left behind)

mobile and sim (in pokhara, the cook of my guesthouse ran of but sold it to the guy next door before he left. i got my mobile back, the sim card is still missing)

my favourite knife (while as luggage on a train)


digi cam (crash – repaired, though depending on the weather it still aches sometimes)

rear fender (thrown out for good after installing wider tires)

some pants

guitar (broken at the neck, the story)

and the guitar bag (was repaired by a skilled tailor in port blair, india)

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flower movement prospering

on the andamans i saw the flower movement continue to prosper. this young man was obviously inspired by these members.

i didn’t meet the driver of this cycle which was parked in front of the market.

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monkey theft and the yes man attitude

from anantapur we continued over rayachoti to tirupati, the second planned stop on our way to chennai. we came by a big dam which monkeys chose as their home. one of them had no arms and so i shared some of my cookies but that rather increased the energy with which the others tried to get something to eat as well.


the monkey even managed to open my front bag and take out the bag with contacts, travel infos and the worldtourguide itself. after a short hunt i was lucky and the animal dropped it.

while traveling through india it helps to pick up at least some of the peculiarities of its people. one thing is definitely curiosity. one day we made the “yes man”, taking every invitation if it was to take a look at another temple or to get a lesson in history, religion or india itself.

anna is watching a woman rolling beedis, the small and cheap indian competitor to the cigarette.


after a spontaneous turn to an eco-tourist natural park we regretted our yes-man attitude for a while. a weird guest house with hundreds of indians who wanted to take a photo with us. in the park itself were a lot of signs promising all kinds of beautiful and wild animals but mostly the signs remained the only attraction…

it reads: “let us protect these innocent, beautiful and dumb denizens of our forest”. the dictoniary says dumb can also mean speechless …or maybe voiceless. i hope that was the intention.

the trip to the waterfall the next morning restored our belief in the yes man attitude.


i almost forgot another “yes” to an interview for a local newspaper. it was fun but we never found out if it was actually printed.

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the first days in goa i stayed with some indian guys which where renovating their house to turn it into a guesthouse. i was their first guest and as construction was still in progress the line between host and guest wasn’t that clear. we had lunch and dinner with 10 people eating together sitting on the floor. we visited the flee market in anjuna, went to the beaches and i was getting used to india. the food, the noise, the climate and had a melted chocolate bar for christmas. i definitely would have preferred some cold snowy family and friends christmas.

i had my daily pineapple-orange juice  in the morning just across the street. after some time i was called the “lucky man” by the guy operating the stand for bringing customers to stop and order as well. the first time 2 couples came up after i had received my glass and another time it was more than 10 people and the juice man didn’t knew where his head was for the next half an hour. so i received my juice the day i left for free…

on the way south i realized how different it will be to cycle in this climate compared to what i experienced the last months. the scenery was nice. palm trees everywhere, rice fields in almost unreal bright green tones and huge rivers…


when i arrived in palolem i didn’t have to look for accommodation for long cause a guy offered me a room in his house for 200 rupees and it won’t get any cheaper around this time of the year.

i went to the beach this evening and found a bar with live music. it was open stage but i was too tired to play so i postponed the goa concert and went to bed early.

the opportunity came 2 days later as there is almost everyday open stage at the beach. here you see the lovely audience across the beach listening…


with a camp fire in front, the stage was nicely illuminated…

when morgane and battista arrived on new years eve they got the room next door. we had dinner at kim’s place. a restaurant where you still feel like being invited home by the owner and pay prices half or even less than on the beachfront. later we went to the beach. we bought a bottle of wine, listened to some reggae music in front of a bar, bought another bottle of wine, enjoyed the fireworks, thought about getting another bottle but went to bed instead.

our landlord was happy for his rooms were booked out and so he invited us over for lunch the next day which i felt was way too early for new years eve, but we had a lovely meal with his family and later watched a bit tv together…

otherwise there’s not that much to tell about palolem. my view during the day



and during sunset.

after a week i could understand the people who came here and just stayed…

on the other hand there are a lot of tourists in goa these days and not all of them care that much about where they are as long the sun is shining and they got their drink in time. we decided to continue to the south!

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i stayed in the youth hostel of dubai, the only budget accommodation in town. ove with his motorcycle fetched me the next day and we went on a city tour.


the burj al arab seen from one of the many shopping attractions dubai has to offer. here’s another one…


a big shopping mall themed around the travels of ibn battuta, kind of a marco polo of arabia. what can i say… it’s bigger. every mall has it’s gimmicks but in the end you get tired of shopping there as well.

we also went to see the palm jumeirah. part of the palm islands which will, once completed, extend dubai’s shoreline by 520km. which is really impressive and expensive! some of the projects already came to a halt. already finished on the far end of the palm and facing the sea is the atlantis hotel…


while back in iran dangerous construction sites weren’t even marked and you had to watch out not to end up in a ditch, here the signs are bigger than the site itself.


the sign reads:

“maintenance work in progress

sorry for any inconvenience caused”

maybe this is just funny when you have visited iran before. in esfahan for example we had to balance around a construction site to get to the hotel and one step in the wrong direction would have ended with at least a broken leg. well i guess they would have been sorry for this inconvenience.

dubai is really made for motorized vehicles. there are only few pedestrians in the streets and it adds to the artificial feeling in the city.

i turned to my books for the remaining two days before my flight was going to mumbai.

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i stayed one night in sharjah before making my way along the highway to dubai.


the emirates look good, especially on photos…


arabian “schimpfwortzüchter” sharjah




the last photo before my first crash on this tour.


i just got a scratch and the digi cam got crashed cause i just put it in my jacket and not back in the front bag. gnarr…

it was raining and i thought that i have to overhaul the truck in front of me before the next bend…

was mad for two days. the world was not a got place to be. if i had just stayed behind that truck…