One of my favorite European cities visited yet, has to be Brussels. Having arrived into the city from Paris, perhaps a change in location was much anticipated due to the less dense population of Brussels compared to Paris. Having visited the city twice already, some of the things I always look forward to when in Brussels are; Belgium waffles, chocolate and trying out one of the many choices of Belgian brewed ales.
My guess is that we as people are much bolder at making romantic advances towards complete strangers, especially foreign strangers, because the likelihood of ever seeing them again is close to nil. I mean, what’s the harm right? You get to enjoy each other’s company in whichever way you choose, to end up parting ways with no strings attached, should that be choice.
Whether fashion statement pieces started off as cultural attire, expressions of rebellion, adaptation to climate change or representations of social class and wealth; one thing we can all agree on is that fashion is a multi-national project. Inspired and contributed to by diverse personalities and societies across the world.
A piece by Memory Herman
Sleep, fitness training and meals are activities around which many of us build indispensable routine. Seeing as to how we are creatures of habit, travelling can take a toll on us and leave us in frenzy. Different time zones, inability to prepare healthy meals at will or attend gym as per schedule; I myself have gotten trapped in this cycle only too often, taking 2 steps forward staying on schedule and one step back whenever I travel. But enough excuses! Being on vacation, taking pleasure in foreign delicacies or sleeping in after long nights of partying is no reason to stall fitness progress or healthy eating habits.
Had I been asked to compile a bucket list before my wanderlust years kicked-in, Namibia would not have been anywhere near the top of my list. Exploring home had always been at the back of my mind, but never had I sat down to draw up a plan of action or considered extending surplus funds on such travels.
It’s just after midnight in Ghana and I’m being considered for a new club. Though I’m here for over a week and Accra’s relatively conservative cultural norms are the kind that require fabric flows modestly well beyond the booty, I leave Kotoka International Airport carrying just one bag.