23 September 2010

Life in Ireland. part 1





Darkness is upon us, the rainy season in Ireland has began. That means I have the time to go though my thousands and thousands of photographs.  h a p p y


I already had a chance to see quite a few places in Ireland. West of Ireland is the most impressive and the most iconic: cliffs, green hills and pastures, herds of sheep, busy pubs and hundreds of B&Bs. 


But there is no need to travel for 5 hours to be impressed by Ireland. A few weekends ago I was surprised by Wicklow Mountains National Park, just an hour away by car. Hills, waterfalls, and quietness.


Thirty minutes away from the center are beaches for wind surfing, kite surfing and other water sports. Luckily for adrenaline junkies, wind is not a rare commodity on this island. Indeed, the north and west coasts of Ireland are two of the windiest areas in Europe. Not only the winters are mild in Ireland, but palm trees grow in this country. Yes, palm trees! I would prefer the other side effect of the gulf streams - slightly more of that warm water from Gulf of Mexico to the shores of Ireland. I cannot imagine ever entering the waters here :(


But why I am still talking? Let's look! Ireland's map with links to my pictures or the album itself.


Dingle Peninsula

12 September 2010

19 July 2010

It is who you are, not what you do.

Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything (Revised and Expanded Edition)

Finished Freakonomics today, a quick and fun read between San Francisco's Pier 39 and Tiburon. I could never describe my dream job until now - it is Levitt's job, who claims to be neither an economist, nor an anthropologist, nor a sociologist. He says he is not good with numbers, nor with econometrics. He just likes asking interesting questions and tweak numbers to answer them.

He is basically describing me - however, I am sure I am much worse with numbers and far less creative - but ideally I'd love to be answering interesting questions, especially about cultures and social behavior. Hmm, third degree is maybe luring :)

17 July 2010

Farmers market in San Francisco



Omg! Organic & homemade food extravaganza. California at its best. I have never been to a food market like that. Love it.

Location : 490 Bay St, San Francisco, CA 94133,

07 July 2010

Catch me if you can

1. Walked around gorgeous sunny busy London last weekend.

2. This weekend I will fall in and out of love again with New York, where so many memories defining me were created.

3. The next weekend I will spend shopping and eating sushi in airy San Francisco.

4. The fourth I'll be drinking beer and celebrating festivities of Gent in Belgium.

5. The fifth, but who is counting, in Riga celebrating my 30th birthday. The grand Finale of my crazy July.

And I still feel the need to book a real vacation ... to go, to go way.

30 May 2010

Tuscany, Italy

Long gone are the days of my short road trip in Tuscany, but the memories live on - partly in my pictures, partly on my waistline. Not really but anyway. Besides the beautiful green valleys ('on steroids' green), Tuscany amazed me with the food. Oh that pasta with truffles, that steak, that amazing wine.



Flickr with 19 pictures





15 May 2010

Part 1: Settling in Dublin

Dublin must be a girl  - the weather changes as often as a girl changes her moods. One day this week we had all four seasons in a day - sunshine in the morning, hail in the afternoon, rain in the late afternoon, and warm &sunny weather in the evening. It is hard to be bored here if you pay attention to the changing skies and winds.

I just finished unpacking 7 boxes, and I had no idea that hanging clothes in my wardrobe could be so fulfilling and exciting. Settling in brings happiness... Everyone around me, however, doubts it is for long. I give myself another month to decide.

The irony of my unpacking is that after all the travels I have nothing to place in my glass shelves. I could have had an apartment full of the world souvenir but now I have to settle for one mask from Africa.

My two bedroom apartment with two wall closets is certainly too big for me – I am stuffless. 

I put my current and filled passports under the glass table to serve as guest entertainment. It works very well - no one has paid attention to my magazines & books yet.
The remaining details of the move are uninspiring - I miss all countries I have lived in before for the simplicity of certain things in each one of them.  There is no easy country, but OMG banking in Ireland is disappointing, so is my landlord. Getting internet & doctor appointments was a breeze thankfully. 

First order of Tesco online done!

Now I want to select six pictures to print for my walls - just choosing is the labour of Hercules. What would you print out of my best pictures?

03 May 2010

The great move

Searched tracks called "This is it!" on my beloved spotify to commence the day of my great move.

Today is my last day in London, the first day in Dublin.

This is it! The life of small pleasures commences.

The things I have taken for granted will give me a sense of happiness. I am settling for now! Today I will walk into my apartment, the one I hope to call home for at least a year. I will memorize my Irish cell number today! I will finally update everyone on my new address. I will buy things and will not be afraid about moving them.

And... in about a month I will finally reunite with my possession after 2 years of separation [not that I need any of that stuff really but the thought is nice].

I will print my photographs again, and I will hang them on my walls again.

The photographs will be different, the apartment will be different, the city will be different, and I am different.

How exciting and amazing is it? I certainly think so.

18 April 2010

50 things I love

There has never been a better time to publish this post than today as I still cannot get back to London; hence feel somewhat miserable.

Here is a list of 50 things I really love, which I compiled on one of those long bus rides in Africa. For people who really know me, there must be no surprises or are there?
  1. Black chocolate
  2. Maps
  3. Paper stationary
  4. Eye shadows
  5. Red wine
  6. Diet Coke
  7. Graffiti
  8. Logos in retro fonts
  9. Retro posters
  10. Filing documents/articles/stuff
  11. Ghost towns
  12. Ethnic jewelry, big/special jewelry 
  13. Colourful funky watches
  14. Contemporary architecture
  15. Movies that make you think
  16. Books that make you feel
  17. Music that makes you dance
  18. Other people's photography
  19. my Nexus
  20. Salads
  21. Mountains with snow peaks
  22. Black tea, hot, 'burning my tongue' hot
  23. Snorkeling
  24. Heavy puffy blankets
  25. Conversations that take you further
  26. Going places
  27. Americano
  28. Cuddling
  29. Browsing through flickr
  30. Large trees
  31. Never ending deserts
  32. Lying in a hammock
  33. Writing emails/letters
  34. Laughing till stomach hurts
  35. Picking mushrooms
  36. Cherries
  37. Getting long letters/emails from friends
  38. Browsing through book stores
  39. Watching the city life go by...
  40. Thinking 
  41. Exploring
  42. Debating
  43. Hot shower
  44. Melodic trance
  45. Great speeches
  46. Reading my Google reader
  47. Signs/ornaments
  48. Industrial design
  49. KBH
  50. Cheese

22 March 2010

Licensing of the photographs

I changed my privacy setting for all pictures on flickr - from All Rights Reserved to Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works. The traffic has increased threefold. Is the change the reason? Why? Can I track where my pictures are used? I don't mind but I am curious.

Also, I used a handy plug-in to create two custom sets - SmartSetr.

20 March 2010

Shopping extravaganza

After 3 hours of shoe hunting in South Kensington/Knightsbridge area of London, I concluded that there are too many shops & tourists. London is tiring and exhausting. I want to live in a far-far-away mountainous village.

19 March 2010

sanity of my craziness

it has been a crazy month preceding what yet is destined to be the apogee of my calamity.

last week on london tube I caught a woman reading a HBS case, reminding me of recent INSEAD past. having great side vision I captured the title - manage your energy, not your time. how timely, I thought. I managed to read the summary in brief faster than the girl! I guess my high speed reading class 12 years ago was not a complete waste! the article is great: it summarizes the well known principals of psychology and physiology. the trick is to actually use it. I will start by hanging the summary next to my screen at work.

so what's going on??

I started a new job in a new industry, function, and country. it's been a while since I was 1) working, 2) learning so much new, 3) overwhelmed, 4) challenged. one bullet point is enough to exhaust a person, but I have 4 of them. and two more:
- I am travelling a lot
- I am not settled and need to relocate

since mid-Feb
w1: London, 2 days Dublin
w2: Silicon Valley
w3: San Francisco
w4: London
w5: Dublin
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w6: London, 2 days in Amsterdam
w7: London, then Tuscany
w8: London
w9: Dublin, weekend in Paris
w10: London
w11: Queen's day, Amsterdam
w12: relocating to Dublin, weekend in Riga

needless to say how exhausting travelling is, especially the late night/early morning departures/arrivals.

and on top of that I am still to find an apartment in Dublin, pack myself in London & Riga, get my boxes from France, find a doctor, a dentist, a yoga class and a bank.

This level of stress keeps me busy. I am still trying to do the impossible and actually have a social life in London, meeting my friends almost everyday I am here. And everyday I tell myself I should stop. This activity level is not sustainable. I've been there, done that. I know I need to take it easy before a major breakdown. So I decided no travelling in June - no Iceland I am afraid :)

13 March 2010

Dudado rubber stamp



random shop, what a find! rubber stamp with the 'long sign' sign I fell in love with in Vietnam. On their website I am looking at rubber stamps from Blade Rubber Company and they are so awesome!

Location : 8 Great Titchfield St, Paddington, Greater London W1W 8,

27 February 2010

Update: 61 countries visited, and quite a few places still to go




A friend of mine has a goal to visit 100 countries by the age of 33. My count as of today is at 61. I have always looked at the total total percentage (29%), and considered it to be quite small. Presentation of the numbers is everything! 61 looks more impressive than 29, so be it :) 

Here is my next '15' to visit. Iceland - June? Nepal - December? Any takers?

1. Nepal
2. Iceland
3. Greenland
4. Mongolia
5. New Zealand
6. Australia
7. Antarctica
8. Oman
9. Syria
10 Iran
11 Turkey
12 Belize
13 China
14 Madagascar
15 Guatemala



30 January 2010

Nairobi debriefs - part 2

Still Thursday

I met Anna for a drink, another INSEAD alum, who is working at Technoserve and just launched a large program between Technoserve, Coca-Cola and Gates Foundation to help local farmers [story here]. It was interesting to hear her point view on expat life in Kenya.

Back at the backpackers world, I met Ben reading Seneca, a 24 year old from London, who bought a jeep and shipped it to Kenya for a 5 month drive in Africa with friends. With his law degree in Oxford, he is banking on a successful career as an M&A lawyer. He plans on working real hard for 14-16 years and then to retire, so now he is living the LIFE, driving through Africa, climbing mountains in Peru and Thailand. I am doubtful about his plan to give up on life for the next decade. You can never eat enough for a week, you will go hungry no matter how full you feel right now.

Friday: I was planning to enjoy my book and the sun today, but got an offer to join a trip to one of the Nairobi slums, where Katherina taught English for three months last year. The program is called 
Future Kids, supported by University Tier in Germany. By the time we reached Mathare North slum by taking a local bus and then matatu minibus I was already exhausted and dusty. It was hard to be looking around, and even harder to realize what life I was looking for. The sight was depressing to say the least. I would not be able to do what Katherina did, so I applaud her efforts. Best of luck to her at UN, and on a meeting with Barack Omaba's sister here in Nairobi.

 

The School's Chef - Chef #1


Future Kids,  Mathare North slum


On Friday night Bob shared the craziest backpackers story he witnessed staying often in hostels (management work for mines in Africa, any MBA interested?)
- an Israeli guy hitchhiked to Mozambique from northern Tanzania for 7 days straight without stopping for a night in a hostel
- a Dutch lady that drove tractor from Holland to Africa, then shipped her tractor from Cape Town to Anartica to reach the South Pole [read the story on her blog - http://www.tractortractor.org/southpole/]
- a guy from East Timor who walked barefoot the African Continent for 12 years

a bit too crazy for me.

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Overall, I am surprised how friendly Kenyans are. No hassling at all. You get an offer for a taxi once, you say no thank you, and you are being left alone. Even bargaining at the markets was a pleasurable experience.

Tomorrow I am off for my 11 day overland trip in Kenya/Tanzania. Pictures will be posted after the trip sometime in mid-February!

29 January 2010

Nairobi debriefs - part 1

I think I surprised myself when I booked a trip to Kenya/Tanzania on a whim. Having had experience in Africa before, I trusted my South African agent and booked a 12-day overland with Drifters.

I got into Nairobi almost a week before my departure, why not to read some books in +28C weather?  I stayed at cheap Milimani Backpackers, chatting my hours away with WorldRace kids, volunteers, UN workers, backpackers and other travelers.

What a week, what an interesting bunch of people!

Tuesday. On my first day I met Laura, INSEAD alum, who is busy starting her own business – “Bush Adventures” – Maasai Warrior Training in the far-far away North Kenya. We chatted how INSEAD does teach you about developing marketing and finance plans but does not teach you where to buy towels!  Taking it down to basics – I love it. I will do it one day. As with Laura’s trip, money in Africa will buy you hard-to-reach destinations, real wild life and undisturbed nature. And very often it is absolutely worth the money.
If you don’t have the money to fly into the bush, take the time to plan the trip. Time in Africa is essential. No online research will substitute backpackers’ stories or shopping around safaris on offer. I know now for a fact I could have done my safari for at least 60% of the price I paid.

Wednesday. I met Joel [his blog], a 23-year old Seattle native on the real around the world tour – over the last 16 months he visited 7 continents. Africa is his last one. I took some notes on his Antarctica & New Zealand experiences, what a great resource of information! He is the fourth person I have met so far who I would consult about my next destination.

Thursday. Souvenir hunting begins. During my 2008 trip I did not buy any souvenirs due to my backpack limitations. Also I think I have developed a reflex, vomiting spasm, to mass market curious. You will be surprised how alike the stuff is around the world, Made in China stuff. But there are exceptions. There are beautiful things that are hand made by local people, by people who really need the cash – jewelry, fabrics, masks, household items, carpets, etc.

Shopping for a wooden mask in Africa is an adventure through made up and true stories about the tribes, their history and traditions. As a tourist, you will never have access to the real antiques, so I decided just get something pretty for a reasonable price.

Having been told about a great location for curios shopping by Laura, I was excited. Directions on sms intrigued me even more – “a place called New Safety Line Lodge, Dubois Street, off Latema Road. There is a sign and a blue metal door with a dark staircase, go to the 1st floor and ring a bell”. [for real?] I was promised glass beads, masks, wooden statues, bronzes from benin, cloth from West Africa and Congo. Since I was warned how dodgy the area was, I recruited three brave backpackers, emptied my pockets, hid my last euros and off we went.

Behind the bus stations where no tourist walks we did find Dubois Street, and soon I have spotted the Lodge. The sign read NO ROOM, FULL.  We proceeded and rang the promised bell and entered the light courtyard, with rooms around it where a few men  lived and sold their treasures. We were welcomed, toured around in silence, and not hassled at all. The stuff was amazing. At that point of time I decided I wanted to buy something for my-future-apartment-to–rent, but I was overwhelmed by the choice and clueless about the prices. I walked away with nothing. Too bad I was too chicken shit to take my camera with me, a few pictures would have been a nice memory to have, instead I have a few blurry shots from my blackberry phone.

Having walked through the busy City Market and Westland Triangle Curios Market later, I realized how great both the selection and prices were on Dubois street. Thanks, Laura.



[more pictures of souvenirs after the trip ]

23 January 2010

London vs New York

Oh that never ending comparison between the only two alfa++ cities in the world! [see GaWC world rankings after the jump] As a recent transplant from the west to the east, I have got only complaint - the midnight curfew of London. As the last underground train departs few minutes after 12pm, so does life from the city centre. Unaffordability of cabs does not help either. So one is stuck to hang out around the corner from your apartment flat. The idea of neighbourhoody life is lovely, but what if God forbids my friends live in another neighbourhood. Sleepovers are back in!

19 January 2010

new york city

I just got back from New York City. Arriving to New York was an overwhelming and confusing feeling. Twenty months have passed since I left New York. I felt I was coming back home. Things were familiar. Taking out US dollars from Chase ATM took my breath away, good I still remembered my PIN. But then I have already forgotten how coins look and what size means what denomination [I am so lost with coins in the UK, I must have a kilo now in my purse as I pay with notes mostly].

Manhattan, every street brought back memories of my life here. Very few things have changed except for every second person has an iPhone now, and is never lost with maps, never goes hungry with yelp, but still does not pick up the phone.

But then again – I knew I didn't live there anymore. I have never been so homeless in my entire life. ‘Your country of residence’ question on all the official forms makes me wonder every time. I have 5 mailing addresses, none of which is my real home. I have two mutually exclusive feelings about this fact. I am tired and ready to settle, I want my own place where I could store my shit after 2 years of begging people to look after it. But then again I am inspired by the freedom of movement, by the richness of my life, by the things I have witnessed and people I have been blessed to encounter. If happiness is not the destination, but the way – I have had a rather awesome way.

So I am emptying my pockets of random SIM cards and a few leftover boarding passes. I give myself another months and I settle.




Holiday issue of the Economist had a great article about being foreign. It ends it with the following line: But we cannot expect to have it all ways. Life is full of choices, and to choose one thing is to forgo another. The dilemma of foreignness comes down to one of liberty versus fraternity—the pleasures of freedom versus the pleasures of belonging. The homebody chooses the pleasures of belonging. The foreigner chooses the pleasures of freedom, and the pains that go with them."

15 January 2010

Yucatan, Mexico

I am spending the last of my Mexican days in a small colonial town of Yucatan - Volladolid. What a change from needless to mention Cancun Merida. The center is compact, lined up with colourful freshly painted colonial houses. It is absolutely not touristy, counting six gift stores and one coffee shop. Other stores, holes in the wall, sell either shoes, clothing, bread or housewares. Women are dressed in Yucatan white traditional dresses, men wear sombreros and eat tortas de cochinita (meltingly tender pork on a roll) from the corner street carts (delicious!). And there is absolutely nothing to do here! I agree with the Spaniards, the only complain for Valladolid is mosquitoes.

On this trip I have been blessed with awesome random travel buddies. Together with Stefan we have explored Cancun's Zona Hotelera, and we hit all the "cheesy" spots - an overpriced warm beer on the beach at the fancy ME hotel, exploring ME later (was seriously considering couch surfing inside, it was so nice), overpriced and bad Tex-Mex lunch with a bucket of ice cold Coronas and 2 hours of Michael Jackson concert in the background, more hotel hopping, beach wedding, and back to Cancun town where cheap tacos were on order.

Next stop was Isla Mujeres with its beautiful [quite crowded compared to Cancun] Playa Norte. The water colour was blue! No, I mean, it was so blue, shockingly blue. I was introduced to tomales, and of course more tacos. Second day on the island was stormy, so instead of going to Contoy Island, the sanctuary for thousand species of bird, I was left to get drunk on Mexican red wine with my fellow backpackers at Poc Na hostel. Not a bad way to spend a day too!

Merida, the capital of Yucatan, was next. Four Scots and me made a hell of a group! We explored Mayan ruins of Uxmal one day and Cozuma Cenotes (Waterholes) another one. I have never heard of cenotes before, but OMG they were amazing. Completely see-trough blue waters in the underground caves were lit by the sunlight coming through a small opening on the top, lighting up the caves' pinkish walls. Two out of three visited cenotes had long tree roots hanging from the ceiling or stalastices growing from the top. But pictures speak better than words:







Finally, I visited Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza with clapping Cancun tourist groups on the way to Valladolid.
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I love travelling in Mexico. Second time around and I still love it. It is a beautiful and diverse country with friendly people, easy to navigate and good infrastructure, great food & crafts, history and nature.

I bring very few souvenirs back:





- a colourful hand made hammock from Merida, a place to shop for traditional Yucatecan hammocks - 1 week worth of work costs 280 pesos (medium size)
- simple silver earrings (Valladolid, 136 pesos) - shopping for silver in Oaxaca was definitely cheaper and better
- mexican re-usable shopping bag (Valladolid, 18 pesos)
- Frog necklace (Valladolid, 30 pesos). According to the Mayan calender, I am a frog (or 'muuch'), born between July 12 and August 08, still a fire sign under the planet of Sun, but cold blooded, analytical and calm. The last characteristic just revealed the horoscope's absurdity :)
- Olmec warrior head, a fridge magnet, for my little brother (Valladolid, 35 pesos)

[souvenir from Oaxaca can be seen here]
Kindly yours,
Muuch

10 January 2010

Back on the road

I am again on the road, travelling for 10 days in Mexico equipped with a small laptop, small backpack, feeling great.

This time around, there is free wifi in every hostel, so I tweet. I have neither energy nor time for long posts, so 140 signs on twitter work out well for me. Join in.