Early in the morning we drove through Esfahan to the bus station. My host was a crazy driver…

Introducing more structure to the blog with corners: As a prequel to this episode, I will introduce more structure. I have already left Iran when I write these lines, so I can now look back to a bigger variety of cultures, so I will compare them in corners about specific issues I found in all [...]

Again I move with all my luggage – which is a rucksack of about 15 kg and a computer bag with about 4 kg. Enough for a man to stay away from home for 2.5 month. I guess I could get around with that equipment for even a half year. It might would add a few gifts and souvenirs, but at the same time I brought host gifts along. This is a good idea if you live for free in the places of other people. I recommend to bring along small gifts which are related to the country and could be easily identified as such gifts. For a few friends I brought along some some special gifts related to Hamburg, because I knew, that they could recognize that from their stay.

At the breakfast I gave a report about yesterday to the host family and went alone with Mohammed again to the city. We had a long chat about various things of our cultures. I guess we became friends. We sat down in the arc of a bridge and talked about religion. Mine and his. Very serious with a lot of understanding. I liked that.

This episode will be short, because I am pretty tired when I write this in Doha airport…

My lovely hosts mother took me to her company today. It is an insurance company close to the city center. Actually the palace is about 25 km away from the inner city. It is a wide spread area. There are not so much big cities in Kenya. Most important are Nairobi and Mombassa at the [...]

Wanja and me went this morning down to the city be a Matatu ride. From outside of town this can be Sh70 to Sh100 to get there. We changed, and I get used to the Matatu’s. One of them was so awful loud inside with the Hip Hop music next to my ear, that I felt like becoming deaf – and I am used to loud discotheques.

After a seven hour bus ride with a short break in between we reached the hart of Iran, the pearl of Persia: Esfahan. About five o’clock in the morning the hole uncle of Mohammed my travel companion welcomed us with half the family.

Doha was really boring. Most people just fall asleep on the seats and was fine. I don’t think there are a lot of thief in this airport, but my computer is the most expensive part of my life, and the informations, including this website are unnameable worthy for me. Therefore I couldn’t sleep while I was alone on the airport.

Uuuh! Even after my morning sport I felt dizzy this morning. But it was more the problem, that I didn’t slept the hole night through. I was working all night on my blog and then barely fall asleep and woke up all the time again and again. Anyway, we woke up and moved. This is something my in-passionate personality loves. Get your ass up an do something. Outside the house, we found out, what drunken drivers could do to the other peoples car. Some one missed the parking space by half a meter and pushed parked car out of his space. A third of the car was hanging over a cliff, while the front was completely demolished. Don’t drink and drive! You can’t do two things at the same time. First drink, then drive, then drink again.