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GONE DIVING.
Actually not true. I’m just sitting on my couch and dream of whale sharks, turtles & co. But my site seems to have gone under while I’m switching to another web host. It will all be worth it, but in the meanwhile please excuse the mess here – The Midnight Blue Elephant come back up shortly!
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HOW TO TRAVEL THE WORLD. WITH WORDS, PICTURES AND STARS.
I’m not a big fan of inspirational quotes. Some speak to me, but add a sunset or ladybug as backdrop and you have lost me. Mind you, I’m also not a big fan of poetry in general. Maybe I’m lacking a gene that you need in order to appreciate the description of silence or water meandering. Then again, while not being a fan of...
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BANGKOK, BABY. A LOVE LETTER TO A HOT CITY.
I think love and travel go hand in hand. You meet places, you leave places, you miss places. Just like you meet, leave, miss people and everything that happens in-between which you may or may not call love. There was no love between me and Bangkok when we first met, it was really just a drunk one-nightstand Quite literally because I had just stumbled...
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BREAKING BAD – THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.
It’s Monday and time to address the elephant in the room. And yes, that was lame. And yes, I am also jumping on a band wagon here after a recent incident that was in the news, but after all this blog is called The Midnight Blue Elephant, so I won’t apologize for either. If you care to read my little about me page, you...
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LIFE LATELY. MARCH EDITION.
The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind. Sorry, I actually hate this expression and hope you do too. But holiday life has indeed been somewhat busy and while I’m trying to decide where my sandy little feet will go for dinner I thought to give you a picturesque overview of what has been happening. I took full advantage of the business class...
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UNDERWATER LOVE.
I thought I would panic once submerged in water. And if I did what would happen to me? I will hold on to you and you will breathe slowly, says Erkan, my dive instructor. Not the answer I am hoping for, because really the only thing worse I can imagine than panicking under water is panicking under water while someone is holding on to...
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WHY I HATE TRAVEL.
I wanted to title this post Why travel is bullshit, but then I thought bullshit was a rude word, I shouldn’t use in a headline and so I changed it. But really, it is bullshit. You would think that I couldn’t dislike something that makes me so unbelievably happy, gives me butterflies like no guy ever has, and turns me into a better version...
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TRAVEL MUSINGS, MISHAPS, AND MITBRINGSEL.
For all the years I lived in Cape Town whenever I would fly home or go on a trip I wrote an airport post for my old blog. Something about being at the airport always got me musing about moving from one place to another and life in general. And really what else is one to do than ramble and drink a couple of...
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DAYDREAMING OF SUBURBIA. OF CATS, PIZZA AND VERY BLUE SKY.
When I was sixteen I came to Cape Town for the first time. A big part of my family lives there and over the years all of my cousins from German had gone for a visit except for me. So when my older sister wanted to go I asked for a Christmas present in form of a plane ticket and begged her to take...
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A TRAVELER’S BEAUTY SECRETS: SAVON NOIR & THE MOROCCAN HAMMAM.
I’m not a girly girl when it comes to beauty things. I think sitting at a salon, getting my hair cut, is really boring, the few times I got a manicure I managed to immediately mess it up as soon as I was done, and I think the only great thing about being single in the winter of Germany is that you don’t have...
