In 1983, Berlin was still marked by war, but a grand city still. Today, it’s even grander. And where Rome has beauty and chaos, Berlin has beauty and order.
The natural bridge, the square 50 cent coin, the windblown Divi Divi trees pointing to the southwest… in Aruba, you always know directions.
When Georgia at GingerBeirut invited us Lonely Planet bloggers to submit a rubber stamp post to the fourth Blogsherpa carnival, I took a while deciding which bureaucratic experience to share. I’ve had a few memorable ones, but which one to choose? Crossing into that peculiar non-state Transdniestr (surprisingly easy)? Being refused entry into Guinea Bissau […]
The Schengen Agreement, while convenient, means I no longer get passport stamps in most of Europe. Do you remember the days of the DDR?