Some Slightly Cynical Aphorisms on Travelling
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog People no doubt stomach the frustration of touristic spots, especially historic ones, because the place is worth seeing; you can even get […]
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by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog People no doubt stomach the frustration of touristic spots, especially historic ones, because the place is worth seeing; you can even get […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog We had landed, and it was night. A fine mist was shrouding the land, and all I could see was empty […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog My mamie is a tiny woman. No one knows why she’s so very small, but some have suggested that her mother […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog Stupidly, He and I had rejected the idea of bringing a tent with us on the basis of weight. Our bags […]
by Asia Leonardi for the Carl Kruse Blog Day one wasn’t the best. It must have been the tiredness of the plane, or perhaps the immediate awareness of being in […]
by Carl Kruse A thirty-minute southerly drive from Munich (Germany) and the land becomes one of lakes and trees, and further south the Alps. Much of what is Munich is […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog When I was young and being driven somewhere or other, I would always notice and ponder the physical space between signs […]
by Carl Kruse During the Cold War, Checkpoint Charlie was a border between East and West Berlin or more appropriately, the ONLY border where you could legally cross between the […]
by Hazel Anna RodgersI think in the past I had quite a stressed personality, quite erratic and meticulous without much room for spontaneity within my rigid regime. I still enjoy […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers When I was younger, my family and I would drive around eighteen hours every summer to the south of France to meet with my mother’s family. […]