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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 gin tonics while wait for a flight to board? Please don’t judge, while I certainly never wrote a masterpiece at the airport, gin tonics are perfectly legitimate drinks at any hour! I would also write on the plane, but usually no more than a snarky commentary on a Gossip Girl re-run, which I sort of hate to love, not sure that counts. But if I had time to write and drink it also meant that I was having one of the better travel days. A better travel day consisting of actually having gotten to the airport on time with all documents in order. Not a given. Though I have forgotten my …

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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 to shave your legs. So with that baseline established I was actually surprised that from my very first visit I was a big fan of the Moroccan hammam. The hammam is more than a place where you go to to get clean. It is a ritual, an experience, and above all a place to socialize for men and women alike (obviously separated). For a foreigner like me a visit at a real hammam was absolutely terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Mind you, it might be easier if you speak more French than I do, because anything more than l’eau was lost on me and so I’m sure I missed …

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EL GOUNA – WHERE TO DRINK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN.

Wine runs in my veins and in my family. I am surrounded by wine snobs, fiends, lovers, and drinkers. When I met David Rothschild during one of the afterparties at Pure and asked him whether he belonged to THE Rothschilds (as in the ones on the wine labels), he said yes, those were his drunk cousins. I instantly felt a connection to him besides him being obviously very charming – I had drunk cousins too! One is even working on a vineyard in her garden and while its harvest will be strictly limited to family members only, I don’t think that will do, because I know that my number of drunk cousins beats David’s number of drunk cousins. Needless to say I was ridiculously excited to find a winery visit on my itinerary when I went to El Gouna. I had not hoped for any wine in Egypt and now I was going to do wine tasting? Yeah for me. Meeting Labib and his wife, who run Kouroum of the Nile winery, was like watching …

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‘ITWAS THE NIGHTS BEFORE CHRISTMAS.

I recently wrote a story for the Travelettes about experiences. So often we seem to have a destination bucket list, but for me it is really all about the things I want to do and see rather than just places. One of the things I really want to experience now is Christmas time at home. While there are many times when I miss Cape Town temperatures, I haven’t had proper Christmas feelings for the past seven years there. As a child my mother would tell me that in South Africa the candles were melting on my auntie’s Christmas tree, because of the December heat. That is a complete hoax I think my mother made up as I have never seen that happen (if you are a South African and it has happened to you, speak now or be forever silent!). But still the sun is shining and everyone struggles with eating too many Christmas treats while trying to maintain that bikini body. And with all that sunshine you will have a hard time seeing the …

GIFT GUIDE TO THE ART OF TRAVELING & A CHRISTMAS TREE GIVEAWAY.

You could assume that I have traveling down to an art by now. But the truth is…I really don’t. When I have to pack, I sit in front of my suitcase paralyzed, I sleep really badly if I have to catch an early flight, and despite never being late for anything, I always manage to run into trouble on my way to the airport, cutting it too short for my liking all the time. Part of this art is also not leaving your passport at home when you want to fly to New York. Nope, I don’t have this art down. Neither the part to travel in style as people call it. I’m happy if I manage to not forget my camera/iPhone/Kindle charger at home, do I really care if they are neatly rolled up in a suitable charger case? I don’t, I just keep them in an old Azzedine Alaïa shoe bag. You could argue that this screams style, but mind you, I never owned the shoes that went with the shoe bag. In …

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THE MIDNIGHT BLUE GIRAFFE

When I was born my brother who draws really well made a drawing of my mother and I that showed a mother giraffe and baby giraffe. Probably inspired by the fact that my mother has a somewhat long neck and that I was a tall 59cm when I was born. So I think giraffes were predestined to be my spirit animals. However that bond was only really formed during my very first safari when all of a sudden I was next to one and it felt like Wow. Hello. Where have you been all my life, friend? From that day I have loved giraffes and will ignore the lions, the rhinos and won’t care if I don’t see a leopard as long as I see giraffes. My timeline is overflowing with giraffe pictures that friends post for me all the time (thanks, guys!) and needless to say my most wanted holiday destination is Giraffe Manor in Kenya; I was the most jealous when my cousin Adam went and got to feed a giraffe. That was …

SUPERMARKET SOUVENIRS.

I recently read a post about how you get the best souvenirs at local grocery stores. Of course that was before I had my evernote account and therefore don’t remember the blog nor do I have the link, but the concept really stuck with me. Especially because I love grocery stores in foreign countries and could spend hours browsing, even if it is just a simple 7-Eleven in Thailand (I mean, can we talk about their awesome toasted ham and cheese sandwiches?!). On a recent trip to my friend Claire’s wedding in Tuscany I was staying at a self-catering house with some people and we had to stock the fridge for Chianti tasting (my idea of course) and an impromptu bachelorette pizza dinner as well as breakfasts. Grocery shopping was on the to do list. And while I initially thought we would go once and be done with it, we ended up going every single day. Voluntarily. Because let me tell you – Coop Italy rocks. First of all there is not one but two …

SOUVENIRS – TO TAKE, OR NOT TO TAKE, THAT IS THE QUESTION.

I realize that the title could hint towards the issue that certain goods make questionable souvenirs. But to address this quickly: if you doubt a souvenir for either for ethical or environmental reasons, go with inspirational quote of only leave footprints and only take memories. Let the others, and I’m thinking alligator heads and things of dubious or sacred origins, stay put and enjoy looking at while there. But I actually wanted to talk about the fact that depending on where you are going to, you may or not be allowed to take certain things with you. You would think this knowledge is a given. Well, honestly to me it wasn’t and talking to a lot of people about it recently, I don’t seem to be the only on who was somewhat naïve when it comes to customs. I learned my lesson quite late in life when I was traveling from Rome back to South Africa with the biggest piece of parmesan and lots of Haribo in my hand luggage. Upon going through customs I …

SOUVENIRS – TO TAKE, OR NOT TO TAKE, THAT IS THE QUESTION.

I realize that the title could hint towards the issue that certain goods make questionable souvenirs. But to address this quickly: if you doubt a souvenir for either for ethical or environmental reasons, go with inspirational quote of only leave footprints and only take memories. Let the others, and I’m thinking alligator heads and things of dubious or sacred origins, stay put and enjoy looking at while there. But I actually wanted to talk about the fact that depending on where you are going to, you may or not be allowed to take certain things with you. You would think this knowledge is a given. Well, honestly to me it wasn’t and talking to a lot of people about it recently, I don’t seem to be the only on who was somewhat naïve when it comes to customs. I learned my lesson quite late in life when I was traveling from Rome back to South Africa with the biggest piece of parmesan and lots of Haribo in my hand luggage. Upon going through customs I …