Travel Stories

Staying on my balcony I am watching Mount Kenya. An eagle ascends from the treetop and circles higher and higher. My mind takes a leap and merges with the eagle. I oversee the meaning of life and feel free - completely free...

After fourteen days of intense fasting and not being on the internet, I feel reborn. The pain in my body has passed away. My inner space feels boundless. I feel quiet - quiet from the inside – quiet from the outside...

The time on the island of Lamu seems to stand still. The transport is going by dhow or boat, by foot, by donkey or by bike. The population is a mix of Swahili, Arabic, Indian and Chinese and mostly Muslim…

We stay on the Kenya-Tanzania border. The chaos, dirt and stench of Mombasa and Likoni make room for order and cleanliness. The traffic is orderly and controlled and the bad road suddenly changes into a brand-new one with stripes and even room for cyclists...

While I am walking along the beach, it strikes me that I am shining since a few days. My smile goes from ear to ear, does not even stop when I go to sleep and is still there when I get up. Behind all of that is a field where there is no restriction - there is unlimited space...

I have been back from Kenya for a week now and it is difficult for me to put my experiences on paper. I am touched and filled with energy and grateful for the experience given to me. For the second time I experienced the feeling of coming home. The first time occurred to me in India...