I have some strange feeling, whenever I go to Portugal of being lost to the rest of the world. It seems that Portugal is in a category quite of its own. And the Portugese are not disatisfied with this. You often here a sentence ending with; well this is Portugal and then a smile or laugh indirectly asking you, if you can handle it. But let me give an example or two of what Portugal then is. I have been visiting some very good friends in Lisabon for the last week and am now in Porto trying to find my way back to Spain. The day I arrived to Lisabon my friend had to go to his hometown of Evora, one hours drive from Lisabon to witness in a trial. He went all the way on ... read more

But I am a blonde Scandinavian girl! Before arriving in Tangier I had prepared myself for the large amount of hazling which I understood from other travellers was the norm in the sea port. I had put on my most fierce look, even practising it in the mirror. I was actually starting to look forward to the hazles with some kind of "you just try" attitude. But as I stepped food on Africa for the first time in my life, nothing happened. No hazling, no taxi drivers offering "good" deals or people trying to sell weird items, while constantly following you. This kind of upset me. Being a blonde Scandinavian and single female traveller I would have expected just some hazling. Offcourse my first thought was quite irrational as I started wondering whether I was smelling ... read more

This is the beginning of my journey through Spain, Morocco and Portugal. Granada, Andalucia I went to Granada to stay at a youth hostel I had seen good ratings for on the internet, but which had a weird name - Funky. It was pretty late when I arrived and at the moment I entered I went straight to the bar on the roof, swallowing a galleon of water, while looking at an amazing view of the old town. Within half an hour of cooling off and taking in the view, I also became acquinted with two American travellers, who as me needed a bit of refreshment. It became the begining of a really great stay. one of the Americans was half Spanish and for the next couple of days I gave him order to choose all ... read more

After a year of studying humanities at university, it seems like it is time to once again grab my bag and leave home. This time my journey takes me Southwest to La Peninsula, where I will study a semester in Madrid. I will be gone for seven months and two and a half of them will be on the road. I wont leave until the end of June, but I wish to give a little acount for the feeling of once again travelling abroad and what travelling means to me. But first let me say a few words about the year I had, after leaving my beautiful Ljubljana. I went home to start university five days after I returned to Ljubljana from my trip around the Balkans and felt pretty strange in having left the magic ... read more

I arrived in Macedonia yesterday, after looking forward to it for a long time. The reason is a very good friend from Skopje who has tought me a lot about Macedonia and told me what to see. Unfortunately I'm still pretty sick and haven't even had the energy to try and find out if he's home or visit all the destinations he has pointed out. But I do believe, after only a little more than a day, that Macedonia is certainly a destination for later vacations. I'm in Skopje at the moment staying at a wonderful room with a real shower and cabel-tv. I haven't had a really nice shower in weeks, maybe a year considering the dorm I live in in Slovenia. And cabel-tv, - I can't even recall when I last watched real tv. ... read more