A quiet camp, everything is still, only a striped cat searches for some food besides the fireplace. We are waking up to cross the empty town and catch the first rays of sunshine. The desert wind is casting goosebumps on our skin while I’m taking photographs of the makhtesh. Suddenly, the weather changes: we cannot see anything but the sandy mist. A local lady stands next to the ibexes, just in the moment when they notice us, they are running away. I was wondering what happens to those born near the desert, how they change: it seems like she knows here every rock, animal, the changes of the seasons…
Tired of the winter, we tried to escape it on the curvy roads of Israel, changing the boundaries of routine to the chaos of colours, smells and noises. Coming from the cold of -20°C, seeing palmtrees when we step out of the plane in Tel Aviv seems almost surreal. Crossroads of history in Jerusalem; narrow bazaar streets; our tiny flat with a cat sleeping on the roof. Standing in the crowd with the locals, with tourists and soldiers, I’m trying to catch some of their colourful stories.
Maribor welcomes me with heavy snow in its empty streets: I cannot find the synagogue I am searching for, I literally cannot find and see anything. I’m stopping a random guy and ask him both the way to the train station. We end up talking about life in Slovenia. We laugh about how everyone always confuses Slovakia for Slovenia – I’m finally in the right place! The train silently passes through small villages and hills. Nataša and Špela pick me up in Celje and we are heading for a mountain home with only two neighbours. Snowy trees are everywhere, all around us. The roadtrip starts tomorrow morning.
“We got comfortable in the hut, drinking wine, while our hosts burst out in Georgian songs. The wind blew fiercely outside.”
Every time I get the chance of exploring a place on horseback, I will take it. The small village of Stepantsminda in the Caucasus mountains offered the possibility of “horse riding for tourists” but this time I was hoping for an authentic experience. However, I was disappointed to see that tourism touched this corner of Georgia even more than the other places we visited. Everything changed when we hiked up to the Gergeti Trinity Church though. Read More