Our historical memory is ridiculously short. Humanity has an attention span of a stoner (short-term 5-second memory): just two generations ago, our grandparents were growing in times of war, with bombs flying over their houses and families going missing.
Tag: hitchhiking
That little place in Denmark: discover Fjordbyen
Fjordbyen can be described as a work of opportunistic art, a surreal suburban fairytale, or a mildly psychedelic trailer park.
Don’t Panic: European Hitchhiking Trends of Our Days
The Heart of Gold’s Improbability Drive made it the most powerful and unpredictable ship in existence. There was nothing it couldn’t do, provided you knew exactly how improbable it was that the thing you wanted it to do would ever happen… ’The daaaaay is beauuuuutiful!’ he yelled into my face as soon as I scrambled…
A Tale of Endless Highways and Magic Grass – hitching from Tanzania to Burundi
My CS host in Mwanza on lake Victoria, in Tanzania, had Marshal Zhukov’s portrait above his bed, a wardrobe full of bulletproof gear and other things from the time when he had worked for the UN, and he told some wicked stories every evening after dinner, including how he once got hammered at a Ukrainian…
Hitchhiking the Karakoram highway in 2012
When planning your route into Pakistan through China – or the other way round – all along the Karakoram Highway, don’t forget that your last Lonely Planet guidebook was published in 2008 and researched in 2007. As you may suggest, many things have happened in Pakistan since, and not only the governments came and go,…
Touring police stations in Iran and Pakistan – part 2
Baluchistan in Iran is like Mindanao in Philippines, like Chechnya in Russia and sort of a horrible bedtime story for naughty kids. They’re all terrorists and separatists. In fact, the biggest problem of Baluchistan is the police. Mustachioed and not very mustachioed men from across the country who get transferred to this godforsaken corner of…
Touring police stations in Iran
Getting arrested or detained was certainly on the top of my to-do list in Iran. Nenad and I were constantly wondering who’d be the first to hang out with the police: me because of inappropriate clothing or him because of inadequate behavior. Finally, the cause of everything was a Polish dude, of course. We met…