Favela life & my search for the City of God.

Favela life & my search for the City of God.

Usually, I feel quite strongly that there are right and wrong ways to travel. Sometimes though it becomes more of a murky gray zone and I am not so sure myself. Elephant riding? No! Eating a spider leg? Yes! (at least once). Photographing the tooth seller at the Jemaa...

Falling in love with Jorge – A Caipirinha recipe

Falling in love with Jorge – A Caipirinha recipe

Remember I promised you to come back from Brazil with a great Caipirinha recipe?! I took that job very seriously and drank A LOT of them, just for educational purposes of course. To be quite honest I never much liked Caipirinha before. If I had the choice I would...

The ultimate travel packing list for Brazil

The ultimate travel packing list for Brazil

Quite frankly I find a travel packing list a bit useless. I mean do you really need someone to tell you how many undies you need for a week abroad? According to my father, it is three, but he also needs seven pairs of socks, so that lets me think the decision is a...

The girl from Ipanema

The girl from Ipanema

Arraial do Cabo, my home in Brazil, was just as sleepy as it must have been back in the day when Vespucci got stranded here. A port, fishermen, some charmingly derelict streets and a crumbling 'plaza'. The latter offered weekend entertainment in form of a little...

Brazilian Food – what to eat & not to eat.

Brazilian Food – what to eat & not to eat.

I was very much looking forward to the Brazilian food. Meat galore, avocados, the mysterious açai, caipirinhas and even the every day special, rice and beans, seemed so enticing. When I told my aunt, who had lived in Rio for many decades, that I wanted to do a food...

The dog on the hot tin roof.

The dog on the hot tin roof.

Is it only Tuesday? Has it really only been three days since I boarded a plane? And four nights since I sat in my room wondering if I was really 'going for it' or if my whole trip planning for the next few months wasn't, in fact, a horrible, silly idea? I still don't...

The Brazilian Job.

The Brazilian Job.

If Hamburg was a novel, it would be a bestseller, it is so gray. I am cold all the time and it is not even proper winter yet. I spend half of my time complaining about the weather and the other half planning on how to escape. Plans were moving along nicely, if a bit...

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Hello, I’m Annika!

I’m a girl with messy hair and a thirsty heart who likes to be anywhere but home. After having lived in New York and South Africa for many years, I now call the world home because I love one thing more than drinking wine and doing yoga together – traveling.

 

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Solotrip: Vom Glück des Alleinreisens (German Edition)