The UN building is imposing (just a tiny bit of it is seen here), the hallways long and humming with activity. More often than not, the hallways and the delegates salons are where important discussions take place, disagreements sorted out, compromises made.
I love walking across borders and try to do that whenever I can. It’s still fun in Africa – say, between South Africa and Lesotho, or Asia, even between USA and Mexico or any place where borders still mean something. Sadly (in a nostalgic sense, that is), this is no longer the case in Europe. […]
One Sunday morning in September, I found myself with an entire day completely open before a late night flight from Zurich. Idly leafing through a book about Lake Constance in a kiosk, the page for Stein-am-Rhein just popped open. I had never heard the name before, but knew immediately I had to see it. So […]
Border bridge: Liechtenstein to the left, Switzerland to the right. I jump: Liechtenstein, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Switzerland…
I quite like Zurich. It’s a good city to visit – just the right size. Never mind the smell of money.