Photo essay of the spectacular BMW Welt. Get a drink and take stroll.
Impressive, mind-blowing, jaw drop, just some of the words that does not begin to describe the incredible size and magnitude of this auto maker museum visitors centre that BMW – Welt made possible. Everybody knows BMW, it’s like Coca-Cola they are everywhere. Only when wandering through the museum and visitors area does the reality of how much BMW has achieved over the years hit home. BMW has built a very long and rich history over the last century. Not just with cars but also motorcycles and at one stage aeroplane engines.
There’s those with unlimited funds, no boring 9 to 5ér. Those are the upper class crust who does not need to work, the well heeled life of the unemployed. The people who enjoy the lazy pampered life on a yacht in the Mediterranean or sipping on an espresso or wine spritzer on a Wednesday morning in Monaco.
For a brief moment a vicarious thrill into the life of the rich and their luxuries.
Travelling Italy there is just no way petrolheads can miss the region with the most visually stimulating bodies in the world. Motorcycles and car bodies! No other nation in the world can boast the kind of flair and sexapeal that the Italian brand of cars and motorcycles parade and with as much exclusive heritage. We were able to visit Vespa, Lamborghini, Ferrari and Ducati in one day. There’s your average BMW or Merc poverty spec new car smell and then there’s Ferrari and Lamborghini new car smell. Their smell is of the gods. Continue reading →
In the corner of Zimabwe, Zambia and Namibia this small piece of heaven is part of the Okavango, Zambesi Kwando and Chobe rivers . The smell and fresh air after a heavy thunderstorm is the kind of memory that embeds into the brain forever.
The 11 months spent travelling up to Israel was a blast! To reminisce about our experience I made this short clip. I hope you enjoy. It is no Guy Richie movie, but the music is cool. It must be played with music and HD.
South Africa to Italy 12 countries 30000km 11 months
The Gran Bretagna docked late in the afternoon in Solerno, a small coastal town on the West coast of Italy. We have been sleeping and eating the time away on the Ro-Ro for 4 days since leaving Ashdod in Israel. Continue reading →
The road to Jerusalem is a short distance highway from Ein Gedi. It’s a busy city, clean and organised with decent roads and many religious tourists on the streets that came to Israel searching for divine inspiration.
The border post from Egypt to Israel is no more than 30 meters, but the difference is enormous. One moment you are in Africa and 30 meters later you walk into Europe. Well not really, but that is how big the differences are between these countries.
The Israelis are seriously “paraat”* unlike the Egyptians and other African countries that looks “paraat”* but are more paranoid than “paraat”.
With a 200% deposit on a Carnet de passage just for Egypt we knew the slow wheels of bureaucracy in Egypt will test our patience. The day we landed in South Africa while Elsebie went to book into hospital for her knee, I went to the Egyptian embassy in Pretoria. I wanted to inquire about the process which we have to follow to keep our bikes legal in Egypt until we get back.