In search of Shangri-La or Not all those who wander are lost

“How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else” (R. Buckminster Fuller) One thing that costs to accept is that distances are much Continue Reading
“How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else” (R. Buckminster Fuller) One thing that costs to accept is that distances are much Continue Reading
While my travel story is under way, an advice should you ever come to visit your colleagues in Japan. Whether it is holiday or a business trip, as a rule, Continue Reading
Summer time and the livin’ is easy…. sings Ella Fitzgerald. Well, not exactly so in Japan. Summertime is not easy for Japanese and even more so for foreigners. Heat and Continue Reading
In France summer is inseparable from the outdoor terraces and rosé wine. In Japan, you can hardly find rosé wine at all. The respected wine gurus believe that rosé cannot Continue Reading
Do you recall a fairy tale about Jack and the Beanstalk? The one where a boy called Jack gets magic beans and a gigantic beanstalk grows overnight allowing him to Continue Reading
When was the last time you lived just Here & Now, in this particular moment, without thinking or worrying about something that has already happened, something that may or may Continue Reading
It is all about Starbucks, but one of a kind and possibly one of the busiest ones that exist – the famous Shibuya Starbucks overlooking the most congested pedestrian crossing Continue Reading
As a child I was a big fan of Dr. Sherlock Holmes and M. Hercule Poirot and wished to travel on board the Orient Express and perhaps even solve a Continue Reading
Moving to every other new country is easier; you already did it at least once and can build on your previous experiences. I decide to start with a professional network Continue Reading
Everyone has his/her own way to explore a new place, For some it is visiting all the “must see” places with a bunch of other tourists, for others it is Continue Reading