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Check out our special travel tips below<\/strong>. This is our real experience and our story of the world. We are not a tourist guide book! We love to hear from you, send in your comments. 24 tips on 2 pages are here to be explored, enjoy! \ud83d\ude0a<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Canada: The subtle difference<\/strong>
Look, you know black bears are not always black. Grizzlies may or may not look black on the other hand. If you pretend to be dead, the bear should be a Grizzly, because if it is a Black Bear, it will also be a scavenger and nibble your feet. If it comes to get you, you can climb a tree. Then pray that it is a Grizzly, as it does not climb trees. But the Black Bear will climb the tree to enjoy the view and you. If there is no tree nearby, then run faster than a racehorse, because all bears are that fast for a short period of time. What do we learn from this? Either you recognize a bear immediately and have a tree nearby or you are dark-color blind but you can run faster than the fastest horse. The truth, these animals are only dangerous if you surprise them or some moron has already fed them and thus spoiled them. If you feed a bear, you kill it! With a lot of noise while hiking and the necessary respect, you should get unmolested through bear areas. And do not take the cute little ones in your arms – this is not a good idea\u2026 \ud83e\udd2a<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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USA: Where to celebrate birthday in New York? East village – that is the place to go.
<\/strong>It has entire streets of Indian restaurants and great food. The \u201eRose of India\u201c, however, is a unique experience. A narrow tube of tables stretches through the small space. Every square inch is decorated with plastic flowers and strings of painted lights. It’s a nightmarish mix of colors. My first impression was, this is a horrible mix of a fairy tale and kitsch.
Our American friends suddenly had a special gag in store. When it’s your birthday, all the lights suddenly go out and the fairy bulbs start flashing like crazy. Then an Indian waiter appears and sways his hips to the beat of indescribable music. In his hands he holds a dessert with sparklers and the whole restaurant claps their hands and just stares at you, because it’s your birthday! \ud83d\ude48<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Canada: Tobacco planting, the job of your dreams in Ontario
<\/strong>A little farm work won’t hurt, you think? But imagine if you really want to spend 6 weeks planting tobacco in Canada. Sure, you earn CAN$9.50 an hour but you are as dirty and exhausted as never before. When the sun has burned your last brain cell and the “Black Flies” get into your hair and you bleed from a hundred wounds (because these creatures are vampires), then you really long for a K\u00f6lsch in your corner bar.
You won’t be deterred? Drive through South-Western Ontario in mid-May, especially through the Tillsonburg and Simcoe area. Search and ask for work from farm to farm. It is a fantastic work & travel opportunity. Besides tobacco, the area is good for strawberry and cucumber picking. And by the way, there are roughly 2 jobs planting tobacco. On the tractor and behind: Take the tractor \ud83d\ude1c<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Mexico: Tequila or what?<\/strong>
The Mexican town of Tequila in the Sierra Madre lives from the firewater from the agave. A detour to Tequila is worthwhile not only for this reason. The small town (35,000 inhabitants) is also worth a visit and a good stopover on the way from Morelia to Mexico City.
Situated impressively in Mexico’s desert-barren countryside, in the midst of endless agave groves spread over crimson farmland, the town has retained its dreamy village character. It’s hot here, the orange trees in the church square provide shade – it’s the only place you can stand it. Everything is very tranquil: children sell the boiled flower stalks of the female agave (called “quiote”, which taste juicy fresh like wild honey when chewed and sucked), parked pick-ups loaded with hundreds of agave hearts surround the square. These hearts are ripped out of the ten-year-old cactus plants to distill the Mexican high proof. The only true tequila is 100 percent agave. This is however rather rare and not cheap. The noble liquid costs between 20 and 75 Dollar. The Mexican drink it purely by the way – thus no salt and no lemon! Cheers! \ud83d\ude0e<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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North America: Serial Killer seen<\/strong>
This story is true, even if it cannot be fully proven. We had read a report from the FBI, assuming there are about 52 active serial killers in North America. So one per state in the US. After waking up one morning in a lonely Provincial Park in Canada and having 2 flat tires on our car and also hearing noises at night, we became restless.
The only other soul within 60 miles was a creepy man with shaking hands. He was dressed in light blue jeans that were way too tight. We had seen him the day before, a woman picking flowers near him. When we reached him, he seemed to be waiting for us. Immediately he was eager to help us, he had an electric tire pump with him.
The only person around and a pump with him?
The first thing he told us was a rather weird thing about his “mother” and there were dried roses on the storage place of his car.
For Guido, the profile of a serial killer was obvious, moreover the man spontaneously accompanied us without saying anything to his wife in this lonely place. It was clear to us: she was already dead. While he was inflating both our tires, his erratic movements were driving us crazy. We asked him what he was doing in this godforsaken area. “I’m hunting these little chicks!” he said and he laughed like in a horror movie. \u201eChicks\u201c now also may mean \u201egirls\u201c and we were on the verge of a panic attack, just waiting for this guy to pull out a pump gun.
But then he let us drive, the tire pressure held until the next garage and we drove on – exhausted, but happy. Unfortunately, despite repairs, both tires were flat again the next morning\u2026pretty unusual, right? \ud83d\ude25<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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USA: Upper Peninsula, Michigan<\/strong>
Michigan is divided into Lower and Upper Michigan, connected by a massive bridge over 10km long between Mackinaw City and St. Ignace. Surrounded by Indian reservations, you can enjoy this wonderful area under the bridge, at the top of the bridge and on the bridge.
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\u201eUnder the Bridge\u201c: Take a boat tour on Lake Superior and Lake Huron and enjoy a sunset with a stunning view. \u201eOn the top\u201c: Go see the Bridge Authority and tell them you are “important” photo journalists from Germany and – with a little luck – you will be allowed to ride in the elevator to the top of the bridge, which is a unique experience. \u201eOn the bridge\u201c: Once a year, on Labor Day, you are allowed to cross the bridge walking over it, sometimes even the American President has been seen. \ud83d\ude0a<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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New Zealand: Abel Tasman: Trekking and Sea Kayaking<\/strong> Rough seas, 2.5 meter waves and us alone and for the first time on the ocean with a sea kayak. The north shore of the southern kiwi island is a huge and beautiful National Park. If the weather allows.
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Great story, great screams between panicking people at sea. Once again, that almost went in the pants. The first day, close to catastrophic experience, the second day sun, below the boat diving seals and a blissful life.
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No stress, no fun! Our tip: a stretch by kayak and back trekking along the coast, so you have two views of a wonderful National Park. \ud83d\ude1c<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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USA: How do I open a store in San Diego?<\/strong>
Life in California is different, more carefree. We always parked and slept somewhere on the street in our van. You can brush your teeth in public toilets in the evening, and you take a shower in the swimming pool every few days. Simply perfect. Relax at the sandy beach during day time.
Even when we parked our van in \u201eMission Beach\u201c, across the sea, no one got upset. We wanted to sell homemade jewelry with little plastic fishes, our rollerblades and – after all – our car. A few necklesses were sold to some Californian girls: \u201eFancy Necklaces for 3$ a piece! And the rollerblades went off like crazy. \ud83d\ude02<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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USA: Lodge in New England<\/strong>
In Maine there is an area called \u201eMooseheadlake\u201c. Here you can observe moose very well. There are often warning signs with moose pictures on the road, so you should drive slowly and carefully.
Moose see very bad, but smell all the better. Since they have lost their antlers in spring and also lose their winter fur, they absolutely need salt. Therefore, they like to stand in the middle of the road and lick it for salt residue.
And the secret tip? A place called \u201eKokadjo\u201c. Check the lodge and campsite. We will not tell you more. \u26c4\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Chile: Rafting Extreme<\/strong>
Alto or Bajo part of the river? That was the question in Pucon. We decided for the difficult part and had a lot of fun. Of course you have to say that the guides here in Chile are real freaks and you don’t necessarily have the feeling to be with a professional.
But it went well. Never without helmet and life jacket! By the way, none of us went overboard. \u270c\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Australia: Dangerous goo in Oz<\/strong>
The box jellyfish also called sea wasp. Biologically, jellyfish belong to the category of cnidarians. Maybe “stinging nettle animals”?, at least that’s how my contact with Malayan jellyfish felt while snorkeling off Tioman Island. A feeling like a thousand needles on the skin, awakened in me the childhood memory of having accidentally sat down in the stinging nettles while “peeing” – OUCH – that hurt, but is probably nothing compared to the pain after an encounter with the Australian sea wasp, which can also be fatal.
Here are a few facts about these nasty yet fascinating goo: Jellyfish have populated the Blue Planet for 670 million years, so they are pioneers of life. They are made up of 2 layers of cells with a gelatinous supporting mass in between, which consists of 95% water. Jellyfish are constantly in motion. They swim according to the recoil principle and contract up to 90 times per minute, thus pushing the water out of the cavity on the underside.
So-called cube jellyfish (to which also the Australian sea wasp belongs) bring it up to 9km\/h – set the world record over 100m crawl! (Source: P.M. 8\/2000) It is absolutely necessary to follow the warning signs at the coasts, because the Australian sea wasp is by far the most dangerous animal on earth. The jellyfish, the size of a soccer ball, has tentacles up to 150 meters long that contain enough venom to kill 250 people. If you get caught in the tentacles, you feel a sharp, cutting pain, like a knife stabbing you.
With the force of a rifle bullet, the stiletto-like tip penetrates the prey, digs into it like a dowel into a concrete wall, and then the stinging tube pushes the venom inside the body.
Tip: To be able to give first aid, you should always have a bottle of vinegar with you. On some beaches you can find first aid boxes with a bottle of vinegar inside. Even if the beaches look so inviting: Always check with the locals first, if it is really safe to swim. Off the coast of Darwin, for example, only tourists actually swim in the sea, Australians prefer to go to the pool. Better safe than sorry, also because of the crocodiles, of course. \ud83d\ude1c<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Australia: Uluru<\/strong> “If you worry about Aboriginal law, then leave it, don’t climb it. The chain is still there if you want to climb it. You should think about Tjukurpa and stay on the ground. Please don’t climb!<\/em>“
With these words, Barbara Tjikatu, an indigenous Anangus woman, asks the many tourists at Ayers Rock not to climb the sacred Uluru (Ayers Rock). What is frightening is how many ignorant people do it anyway. Like insects (the Anangus already call the tourists “Mingas”, which means ant) the masses make a pilgrimage up the monolith.
For the indigenous people this stone is sacred. In the dream time of the Anangus this path is the way of a mala male and of great spiritual importance. In the national park you can find everywhere the signs of the Anangus:
“Anagus prefer that you choose to respect the cultural significance of Uluru and their duty of care for your safety by not climbing Uluru.<\/em>“
How disrespectful do you have to be, after all the education on site, to climb the sanctuary of the aborigines anyway, and to proudly boast with the T-shirt “I climbed Ayers Rock”? \ud83d\ude12<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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New Zealand: Dance on the Volcano: Tongariro Crossing<\/strong>
Highly recommended is the following: a day tour through a wonderful lunar landscape in New Zealand. The \u201eTongariro Crossing\u201c in the middle of the North Island, not far from Lake Taupo, leads through an unreal world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


It took us about 8 hours to cross, passing crevices from which sulfur vapors rose and looking astonishing at the turquoise Emerald Lakes. A stunning view, you should not miss. Start early and stay away from the crowd.\ud83d\ude01<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Mexico: How to drive a car in Mexico DF?<\/strong>
Driving in Mexico is really exciting, no actually it is more dangerous to call. Horses, donkeys, dogs and people can stand, lie or sit on the unlit roads at any time. Even bicycles with their owners sometimes end up on the \u201eautopista\u201c, because there are no other roads.
Bizarre are the many dead animals on the roadside. The feeling of driving through a dead horse is rather unpleasant, the dead dogs (hundreds!) with their legs pointing to the sky in rigor mortis, almost comical. The buses here overtake even when there is oncoming traffic; we avoided overtaking altogether in Mexico. In cities like Mexico City and Guadalajara, traffic rules are like weather forecasts: pretty unreliable!
So only those who love adventure, should drive themselves here.\u270c\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Mexico: Where can I see 10 million butterflies at once?<\/strong>
Millions of butterflies (mariposas) fly from Canada and the U.S. to Mexico every year to congregate at an altitude of 3200 meters. Near Ocampo, one drives by car up a stony unpaved serpentine road to 3000 meters. Possible punctures cannot be excluded. In the middle of a village a farmer stands with a rope in his hand and demands toll, which one should pay willingly. The rope then falls to the ground and you fearlessly drive your car through a little creek.
When you arrive at 3000 meters above sea level, the children who have been “hanging on” for the past kilometers fall off the car one by one. Then you have to overcome -with a paid guide- only 200 meters of altitude, your lungs have a hard time with it, and you stand in front of a unique spectacle. Millions of monarch butterflies hang on the trees and fly around. A bit like in an alien movie and yet really beautiful and amazing. \ud83d\ude0d<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Argentina: Short flights to New Zealand
<\/strong>The direct flight from South America to New Zealand is via an almost polar route. Unfortunately, Aerolineas Argentinas simply put us into another plane plane, because the booked one was “overbooked”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So we actually flew from Buenos Aires to Miami, then to Los Angeles and from there to Auckland, NZ – this will be forever the longest flight of our lives.
We were then 5 weeks in New Zealand traveling both the North and South Island. Otherwise, the real direct route is supposed to be a very interesting flight, with a \u201epoint of no return\u201c when the winds and kerosene are not sufficient to turn back. Glad we took the other alternative. \u263a\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Argentina: Tierra del Fuego<\/strong>
Even though Magellan is said to have seen only smoke upon his arrival and referred to the land as “Tierra del Humo” (Land of Smoke), Charles V. changed this on the grounds that there is no smoke without fire. He renamed the land “Tierra del Fuego” (Land of Fire). It is true that the fires of the Fireland Indians have been extinguished for many years, because here, too, the indigenous people were systematically exterminated.
Nevertheless, the sunset every evening in Ushuaia, the southernmost city in the world, convinced us of the name “Tierra del Fuego”. The sky burned every time in the most incredible colors from orange-yellow to pink-purple: no trace of smoke! \ud83d\udd25<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Canada: Time for prison<\/strong>
No, of course, we didn’t go to jail. But in Ottawa, the capital of Canada, there is a jail converted to a youth hostel: \u201eCarlton County Jail\u201c 1862-1972.
Through the jail entrance you enter sort of a scary building. Take a tour and learn about the history of the building complex. In principle, there are three ways to spend the night here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


First, you can sleep where the guards lived, large rooms and guaranteed ghosts in the heating! Secondly, you can be locked in a cell, we are talking about a real \u201ecell\u201c (4sqm)! And finally, you can stay awake all night waiting for the ghost of the last man sentenced to death by hanging in Canada to re-appear.
He was probably innocent\u2026 \ud83e\udd7a<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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New Zealand: Once in a lifetime<\/strong>
We can’t explain why. Bungee jumping didn’t really have a big attraction for us in the beginning. But then Katja & Guido jumped the highest platform of 134 meters over a gorge into the void. It was the most horrific experience ever, a pure horror and we kept dreaming from the moment one decides to actually jump – against every logic you brain tells you right there. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nevertheless – the feeling when the elastic rope holds – is surely unique. That\u00b4s what we call relief. In Queenstown, New Zealand, everyone gets fun on their money. \ud83d\ude0e<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Chile: Wilderness Trekking in Torres del Paine<\/strong>
For five full days we endured the so called \u201eW-Walk\u201c through the National Park \u201eTorres del Paine\u201c. Food, tents, water, everything was there and on our shoulders. We had three very entertaining Israeli soldiers traveling with us through this wilderness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Crystal water, spring weather, no snow and freshly blooming \u201enotro\u201c (a red flower) in front of turquoise lakes make this trekking tour an extreme scenic experience. But watch out. Other experiences are also quickly possible here. Mountain lions, snowfall and dangerous steps can ruin ones experience. We arrived lighter, happier and relieved after five long days back to civilization.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In Santiago de Chile we met later an Englishman who had to walk through waist-high snow for 2 days\u2026 \u26f0<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Guatemala: Travel to Antigua<\/strong>
Your luggage pulls you backwards as you cross the bridge from Talisman to El Carmen. The Mexican customs officer takes your tourist card, the Guatemalan your money. Both have one thing in common, they laugh at you, your luggage and the tropical sun.
The way on foot is shorter than expected, because there are buses on the other side of the border. After you have resisted the protestations of the cab driver – who claims the opposite – you already see them. Old, rarely repainted, American school buses in pale yellow. It’s hard to tell who is driver, conductor or passenger as the jeering mob rushes toward you. In the seconds between breaths, your luggage is on the bus roof and someone is holding the rear door open for you. “You’ve got to be kidding!” It isn’t and yet there is laughter – perhaps hysterical. The bus is full (!) and you are to be made fellow sufferers with your two fellow passengers.
It is pushed, pressed, felt, experienced, replaced and asked for forgiveness. There is a light smell of sweat mixed with sultry air and yet everyone remains cheerful.
It is this laughter on a bus in Guatemala that makes the confinement bearable, the closeness acceptable and the heat manageable. There’s an old woman laughing in the front seats, twelve double rows of three people away from you – she waves and rejoices. There’s the dust-covered farmhand and a cowboy hat laughing and baring his silver-rimmed front teeth. And the children, though bashful and curious at the same time; hide behind “really” black hair.
What good can you say about 5 hours of bus ride? When you change buses once, you stand between the buses and see your luggage flying through the air from previous to newer bus. Black something against the sun and yet, we stay calm. Weren’t you already afraid that it would disappear forever in the jungle in a curve flung through by squealing rear tires? Or that it might have been “accidentally” dropped during one of the numerous stops?
It is a brilliant feat of the human brain that the un-uniformed conductor rolling through the crowd can assign an unknown face to each piece of luggage. We are talking about a constantly changing variable of 70-80 souls. Thus, your luggage reaches the ground of Quezaltenango, from there Panajachel, Chichicastenango and finally Antigua as safely as you do.
The bus moves through an overwhelming landscape. Gray clouds creep over the volcanic cones, silently rolling down the slope, only to catch themselves and hover like banks of fog, insular but ‘above’ Lake Atitlan. When the sun dives into the tropical jungle early in the evening, you are standing in front of Dante’s hell, glowing red clouds draw fragments of liquid lava on the evening sky. Fire, water, earth in an elemental frenzy. Where are the dinosaurs?
The rear axle of the bus, which has jumped in and out of the pothole, pulls you off the sticky seat and out of your daydreams. A window breaks open, knocked out by time. The wind presses your glasses to your wondering eyeballs, compressing incoming air into unbreathable wall as the driver hurtles down the valley toward the bus station, and you with him, utterly faithless in incarnation.
The disquieting sound of worn brake pads ends your journey breathlessly. Between Fuego, Agua and Acatenango, the three volcanoes around Antigua, you bus-worldly globetrotter stand in \u201eLa Muy Noble Y Muy Leal Ciudad De Santiago De Los Caballeros De Goathemala\u201c. This is a unique experience! \ud83d\ude8c<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Chile: Walking on fire<\/strong> From today\u00b4s point of view and with parental guiding experience we would never have done this climbing tour. There is an active volcano in Chile, named \u201eVillarica\u201c.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had professional gear including spikes for our shoes, pickaxe and a gas mask together with an Austrian mountain guide who suffered from a hangover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Constantly we were told, to be the last ones to be allowed to climb up, as the volcano was about to erupt. Nothing happened though. (It actually had a major eruption 5 years later and almost 4000 people were evacuated) Instead stunning views from 2847 meters and and we sledding back down on our buds, amazing tour. \ud83d\ude02<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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From rags to riches<\/strong>
First of all, we did not manage to become millionaires. But we met wonderful people and earned good money.
The owners of a restaurant in Upper Michigan hired us as dishwashers and busser.
Often it is the simple things in life that can be fun. A Yugoslavian who fled Tito , a Native American with caustic hands and a much larger wife, a single American woman with daughter and a group of super nice cooks and waiters. We took boat trips together, ate around the campfire and sang together. This is the real America! \ud83c\uddfa\ud83c\uddf8<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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