Memories and hints of a travelling IT professional.
Japan is a country where things are done differently than in the west. And you always start thinking about the things that seem normal to you and that you’ve never questioned. I wonder why in Europe nobody hat the idea to hang up the items of a gasoline station – it safes a lot of space.
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Choosing a meal isn’t too easy in Japan. Sometimes the menus are just in Japanese and you also have the language barrier. My best choice where small sushi sellers near residential areas. And I went to soup eaterys underneath subway stations where you select your meal at a vending machine and give the receipt to the chef.
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While toilets in public spaces normally look like the typical western standard, you might find special devices in hotels. My hotel had one of these with buttons – bringing up water streams like a shower. Nothing I really made use of.
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It’s a Japanese tradition to pack colorful boxes with different food for lunch. When I arrived in Tōkyō, Japan I was late (because my flight was cancelled) and hastily I went to my already started conference. I arrived shortly before dinner and was faced with my first Bento box.
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I’ve been to Venezia, Italy as a child with my father – but the first time I can really remember was when we returned guiding a tourist group at the time of the Carnevale di Venezia. A time when the city is especially crowded with tourists.
Continue reading “Carnevale di Venezia”When I was young I was voluntarily working for nearly ten years for the youth organization of the German Socialdemocratic Party (SPD) – the Jusos. As they are a member of the International Union of Socialist Youth (IUSY) we went to the annual festival held this time in Malmö, Sweden.
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Even if I don’t remember too many details of this trip I sometimes think about it – because it was my first flight ever. I went with my parents and a group of tourists to Valletta, Malta. While my mother was quite in fear because of her first flight experience it was an interesting start of a series of many flights for me.
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When I was young I was a member of the Göttinger Paddler Club (GPC) and had a lot of fun with using canoes on the Kiessee in Göttingen and on different rivers. But the best river was the Ardèche in France: not wild water, but something making more fun than a normal river.
Continue reading “Sur l’Ardèche”I discovered Sweden in a wonderful way: I went there with a group of young people from the youth of the Protestant church of my hometown. We were staying for a week at a typical house there – but most important, we went by canoe a long distance over endless lakes.
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