ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices. THE LONG TRAVEL BREAK If something doesn't work, it shakes me to the core. I often feel like crawling into a hole, far away from anything or anyone. Sometimes, I find it hard to breathe, other times, my stasis makes me so nervous that I leave for long walks along the coast. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

JAIPUR AND AGRA: ON MY OWN TWO FEET We are not the only ones who the fortress attracts so early, but since the area is vast, we can easily find an isolated place where M. spreads out his huge portfolio and I calmly and without regard for my surroundings climb the walls to chase the best angles. ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices. THE LONG TRAVEL BREAK If something doesn't work, it shakes me to the core. I often feel like crawling into a hole, far away from anything or anyone. Sometimes, I find it hard to breathe, other times, my stasis makes me so nervous that I leave for long walks along the coast. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

JAIPUR AND AGRA: ON MY OWN TWO FEET We are not the only ones who the fortress attracts so early, but since the area is vast, we can easily find an isolated place where M. spreads out his huge portfolio and I calmly and without regard for my surroundings climb the walls to chase the best angles. BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place. THE READER - THOUGHTS FROM KUALA LUMPUR - ISABELLE … Kuala Lumpur is big and crowded. From the bus stop to my hostel I take a taxi, which I share with a New Zealander and two Britons who rode in

on the same bus.

A WALK - LODHI GARDEN - ISABELLE WINKLER My first trip to Delhi takes me to Lodhi Garden. A. drives me right up to the west gate, and we make sure to find each other in the same

place in two hours.

THE JUNGLE OF CHITWAN We walk to the river, where a small group of people is waiting for us. The narrow boats, carved from ancient logs, lie in the shallow stream of water and proudly point into the white fog. THE LONG TRAVEL BREAK If something doesn't work, it shakes me to the core. I often feel like crawling into a hole, far away from anything or anyone. Sometimes, I find it hard to breathe, other times, my stasis makes me so nervous that I leave for long walks along the coast.

LET'S GO TO IRAN

The bus ride to Iran is an adventure. R. (from Alaverdi), who happens to be in Yerevan on my last day, drinks coffee with me and puts me on the crowded bus. I'm sitting in the back, with a pack of men. The women are all in the front rows. Here, I get a taste of what awaits me in Iran. Fortunately, I have a single seat that is separated from the gang of young men travelling in the back of the bus.

SLIDING INTO LAOS

As soon as I am at the border checkpoint, I get back on my bus and leave the golden building behind me. To the right and left of the road, a hilly landscape spreads, densely overgrown in

THE GUESTHOUSE

Do you know people who, when watching a horror film, hide under a blanket or a pillow? Or do not stop talking, or call out things like: "No, do not go there!" Or: "Oh maaaan! How stupid do you have to be!" I am such a person, so I never, ever, ever watch horror films. Horror movies and sports are two pastimes that I do not understand or follow for the same reason.

POKHARA AD FINITUM

I decide to go on another trek: the Anapurna circuit. I get the permits, buy some pecks, walking sticks and provisions. When the day comes that I'm supposed to leave, I stay where I am. ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a

FROM GERMANY

One month ago, I wrote a whole series of texts about what will happen next. They had titles like "And now?", "And then" and "Arriving". I never hit publish. I am on my way to Germany, and my heart, my head and my wanderlust are topsy-turvy.

CHINESE TEA

Chinese tea is an art form. I just scratch the surface, of course. The people who really want to understand Chinese tea dedicate their life to it. C. is in the middle of her fourth year. MY AUSTRALIAN FAMILY LIFE My Australian family life is similar to that at home. They live in a good neighbourhood, which is situated five minutes from the sea and ten minutes from the super-rich. Nobody here is poor. The family I live with values good food and proper manners, just like my own. I realise with dismay and on several occasions that I don't understand

the

A SHORT GLANCE OVER MY SHOULDER Before I can immerse myself in my here and now and tell you guys about Sydney, I need time. Good things take a while. There is a litany of things I want to reiterate. So here it goes

SLIDING INTO LAOS

As soon as I am at the border checkpoint, I get back on my bus and leave the golden building behind me. To the right and left of the road, a hilly landscape spreads, densely overgrown in ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a

FROM GERMANY

One month ago, I wrote a whole series of texts about what will happen next. They had titles like "And now?", "And then" and "Arriving". I never hit publish. I am on my way to Germany, and my heart, my head and my wanderlust are topsy-turvy.

CHINESE TEA

Chinese tea is an art form. I just scratch the surface, of course. The people who really want to understand Chinese tea dedicate their life to it. C. is in the middle of her fourth year. MY AUSTRALIAN FAMILY LIFE My Australian family life is similar to that at home. They live in a good neighbourhood, which is situated five minutes from the sea and ten minutes from the super-rich. Nobody here is poor. The family I live with values good food and proper manners, just like my own. I realise with dismay and on several occasions that I don't understand

the

A SHORT GLANCE OVER MY SHOULDER Before I can immerse myself in my here and now and tell you guys about Sydney, I need time. Good things take a while. There is a litany of things I want to reiterate. So here it goes

SLIDING INTO LAOS

As soon as I am at the border checkpoint, I get back on my bus and leave the golden building behind me. To the right and left of the road, a hilly landscape spreads, densely overgrown in

FROM GERMANY

One month ago, I wrote a whole series of texts about what will happen next. They had titles like "And now?", "And then" and "Arriving". I never hit publish. I am on my way to Germany, and my heart, my head and my wanderlust are topsy-turvy. ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices.

DIANA'S GOODBYE

A text about the in between, the last farewell of my grandma and the brief interruption of my journey around the world. Once again a hodgepodge of thoughts. Travel thoughts. Solo travel. Solo female traveller. Mourning. Nomadic life JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

HEADING TO THE GOLF

In the evening's we lit a fire, grilled freshly caught fish, and played music. There were plenty of Iranian hits to be sung at the campfire. I could feel how my fellow travellers enjoyed not being watched, being free, doing what they wanted.

SLIDING INTO LAOS

As soon as I am at the border checkpoint, I get back on my bus and leave the golden building behind me. To the right and left of the road, a hilly landscape spreads, densely overgrown in A SHORT GLANCE OVER MY SHOULDER Before I can immerse myself in my here and now and tell you guys about Sydney, I need time. Good things take a while. There is a litany of things I want to reiterate. So here it goes

THE GATE TO CHINA

A simple black gate on the Nepalese side transforms into a concrete castle on the Chinese side. A little shy, I walk past the guards in the hope that they will ignore me. And they do.

BUBEDIBYE CHINA

After three weeks of pondering and waiting it's finally time to leave. I walk to the bus stop with C. to buy the ticket because the lady behind the counter cannot read Latin letters. Not even my ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

ARCHIV - ISABELLE WINKLER Archive and log of every blog post ever published on "Woman in the world" travel blog of solo female traveller, Isabelle Winkler. THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

ARCHIV - ISABELLE WINKLER Archive and log of every blog post ever published on "Woman in the world" travel blog of solo female traveller, Isabelle Winkler. THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

ROUTE - ISABELLE WINKLER "Woman in the world" travel blog of solo female traveller, Isabelle Winkler. Check out her route! Maps and other glorious details await

you.

THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. THE READER - THOUGHTS FROM KUALA LUMPUR - ISABELLE … Kuala Lumpur is big and crowded. From the bus stop to my hostel I take a taxi, which I share with a New Zealander and two Britons who rode in

on the same bus.

THE LONG TRAVEL BREAK If something doesn't work, it shakes me to the core. I often feel like crawling into a hole, far away from anything or anyone. Sometimes, I find it hard to breathe, other times, my stasis makes me so nervous that I leave for long walks along the coast. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

SHUFFLING MY CARDS

Slowly, I am learning to understand my new deck and to play my cards to the best of my advantage. Despite everything, I am lucky once more. And since everything sorts itself out in my day to day life, my head relaxes into the new reality. MY AUSTRALIAN FAMILY LIFE My Australian family life is similar to that at home. They live in a good neighbourhood, which is situated five minutes from the sea and ten minutes from the super-rich. Nobody here is poor. The family I live with values good food and proper manners, just like my own. I realise with dismay and on several occasions that I don't understand

the

HEADING TO THE GOLF

In the evening's we lit a fire, grilled freshly caught fish, and played music. There were plenty of Iranian hits to be sung at the campfire. I could feel how my fellow travellers enjoyed not being watched, being free, doing what they wanted.

DISLIKE AND COMFORT

Australia is not my cup of tea. My reluctance feels absolute. Unchangeable. It's subjective, coloured by values that I don't recognize, and my aversion to Australian humour. VARANASI - BETWEEN WONDER AND SHAME - ISABELLE WINKLER I only come to Varanasi because I get on the wrong train in Delhi. Train journeys in India bring a lot of pitfalls. I get on the train, which is on the right track at the right time, carries the right train number and still drives to the wrong place. ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

ARCHIV - ISABELLE WINKLER Archive and log of every blog post ever published on "Woman in the world" travel blog of solo female traveller, Isabelle Winkler. THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

ARCHIV - ISABELLE WINKLER Archive and log of every blog post ever published on "Woman in the world" travel blog of solo female traveller, Isabelle Winkler. THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

ROUTE - ISABELLE WINKLER "Woman in the world" travel blog of solo female traveller, Isabelle Winkler. Check out her route! Maps and other glorious details await

you.

THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. THE READER - THOUGHTS FROM KUALA LUMPUR - ISABELLE … Kuala Lumpur is big and crowded. From the bus stop to my hostel I take a taxi, which I share with a New Zealander and two Britons who rode in

on the same bus.

THE LONG TRAVEL BREAK If something doesn't work, it shakes me to the core. I often feel like crawling into a hole, far away from anything or anyone. Sometimes, I find it hard to breathe, other times, my stasis makes me so nervous that I leave for long walks along the coast. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

SHUFFLING MY CARDS

Slowly, I am learning to understand my new deck and to play my cards to the best of my advantage. Despite everything, I am lucky once more. And since everything sorts itself out in my day to day life, my head relaxes into the new reality. MY AUSTRALIAN FAMILY LIFE My Australian family life is similar to that at home. They live in a good neighbourhood, which is situated five minutes from the sea and ten minutes from the super-rich. Nobody here is poor. The family I live with values good food and proper manners, just like my own. I realise with dismay and on several occasions that I don't understand

the

HEADING TO THE GOLF

In the evening's we lit a fire, grilled freshly caught fish, and played music. There were plenty of Iranian hits to be sung at the campfire. I could feel how my fellow travellers enjoyed not being watched, being free, doing what they wanted.

DISLIKE AND COMFORT

Australia is not my cup of tea. My reluctance feels absolute. Unchangeable. It's subjective, coloured by values that I don't recognize, and my aversion to Australian humour. VARANASI - BETWEEN WONDER AND SHAME - ISABELLE WINKLER I only come to Varanasi because I get on the wrong train in Delhi. Train journeys in India bring a lot of pitfalls. I get on the train, which is on the right track at the right time, carries the right train number and still drives to the wrong place. ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

ARCHIV - ISABELLE WINKLER Archive and log of every blog post ever published on "Woman in the world" travel blog of solo female traveller, Isabelle Winkler. THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

ENGLISH - ISABELLE WINKLER I'm sitting on the green leather couch like Yoda. For hours. Nothing moves. The cat cuddles against my thigh and purrs. He has grown on me. I'm okay with the absence of action. I've given up trying to reconcile myself with Australia. I can't make something out of nothing. Maybe in DEUTSCH - ISABELLE WINKLER DEUTSCH - Isabelle Winkler. INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr. Currently back in Germany. I was on the road for 41.914 km and 1190

days.

ARCHIV - ISABELLE WINKLER Archive and log of every blog post ever published on "Woman in the world" travel blog of solo female traveller, Isabelle Winkler. THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. NESTING - ISABELLE WINKLER I've travelled for so long that there is nothing more beautiful to me, than the memory of arriving, of belonging. I know how it feels, but not how I can recreate it. I've been in Sydney for five months, and yet it takes ages to find my place.

TUKETI-TUKETI

TUKETI-TUKETI. After ten days in the pearl of Southeast Asia, I finally move on. This time with a slow boat to the Thai border. At short notice, I decided against exploring Laos. The north is green and beautiful. However, I have already seen jungles in Nepal (three and a ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD The drive from Tbilisi to Borjomi in Georgia in the jeep and with a friend of a friend of mine was beautiful. Older than me, she lives on her own, far from that one narrative I was raised with. BALAKLAVA - ISABELLE WINKLER Balaklava is a small seaside town, former military base and tourist paradise. Old gentlemen sit with hats in the harbour, hold their fishing rods into the turquoise water and call out to each other from time to time. The people here are beautiful, like the landscape they are masterpieces of time. DANGER - ISABELLE WINKLER Nepal and India are dangerous in themselves because everything is possible, the roads are bad, and the driving style resembles a suicide squad. India is dangerous for everyone because traps and lies are everywhere. And although a lot of terrible stuff happens, there is a debate in society about the injustices. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

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THE REMAINS OF MY ADVENTURE Written and translated 160 blog posts. Posted 970 photos on Instagram. Made about 36,000 photos. Covered 36.852 km overland. Flew 8.942 km in two aircraft (2.325km from Sharjah to New Dehli and 6,617km from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney), skipping one country each. THE READER - THOUGHTS FROM KUALA LUMPUR - ISABELLE … Kuala Lumpur is big and crowded. From the bus stop to my hostel I take a taxi, which I share with a New Zealander and two Britons who rode in

on the same bus.

THE LONG TRAVEL BREAK If something doesn't work, it shakes me to the core. I often feel like crawling into a hole, far away from anything or anyone. Sometimes, I find it hard to breathe, other times, my stasis makes me so nervous that I leave for long walks along the coast. JERMUK - ISABELLE WINKLER I was sure Armenia would have a hard time living up to its neighbour's awesomeness. In fact, my interest in Armenia has grown slowly over my stay. Armenia is not easy for me to enjoy. I had a lot of negative experiences but always counterbalanced by mostly small but positive

moments.

SHUFFLING MY CARDS

Slowly, I am learning to understand my new deck and to play my cards to the best of my advantage. Despite everything, I am lucky once more. And since everything sorts itself out in my day to day life, my head relaxes into the new reality. MY AUSTRALIAN FAMILY LIFE My Australian family life is similar to that at home. They live in a good neighbourhood, which is situated five minutes from the sea and ten minutes from the super-rich. Nobody here is poor. The family I live with values good food and proper manners, just like my own. I realise with dismay and on several occasions that I don't understand

the

HEADING TO THE GOLF

In the evening's we lit a fire, grilled freshly caught fish, and played music. There were plenty of Iranian hits to be sung at the campfire. I could feel how my fellow travellers enjoyed not being watched, being free, doing what they wanted.

DISLIKE AND COMFORT

Australia is not my cup of tea. My reluctance feels absolute. Unchangeable. It's subjective, coloured by values that I don't recognize, and my aversion to Australian humour. VARANASI - BETWEEN WONDER AND SHAME - ISABELLE WINKLER I only come to Varanasi because I get on the wrong train in Delhi. Train journeys in India bring a lot of pitfalls. I get on the train, which is on the right track at the right time, carries the right train number and still drives to the wrong place.

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Sun 18 Aug 2019

(Drei Monate später) Wie Yoda sitze ich auf der grünen Ledercouch. Stundenlang. Nichts bewegt sich. Der Kater kuschelt sich schnurrend gegen meinen Oberschenkel. Ich habe ihn liebgewonnen. Mir geht es gut im

Stillstand.

Read More 1 Comments ABNEIGUNG UND GEMÜTLICHKEIT

Thu 08 Aug 2019

Einer der Gründe, warum ich die Frequenz der Posts drastisch gedrosselt habe war, dass ich vor allem Negatives zu berichten habe. Australien ist nicht mein Ding. Mein Widerwille fühlt sich absolut an. Als würde er sich nie ändern. Er ist subjektiv gefärbt von meinen ganz persönlichen Werten, die ich hier nirgendwo reflektiert sehe und meiner Abneigung gegen den australischen Humor. Read More 2 Comments

EIN NEUES LEBEN

Thu 30 May 2019

Ich bin so lange gereist, dass es für mich nichts schöneres gibt, als die Erinnerung an das Ankommen, das Dazugehören. Ich weiß, wie es sich anfühlt, aber nicht, wie ich es rekreieren kann. Ich bin schon seit fünf Monaten in Sydney angekommen und doch dauert es, bis ich meinen Platz hier gefunden habe. Ich habe mich bei meinem Job und meiner WG eingelebt, kenne mich halbwegs in der Stadt aus und trotzdem bin ich nur zu Besuch. Ich bin auf gutem Weg, aber eben noch nicht da. Es dauert lange, das Ankommen (und wahrscheinlich muss ich mich noch viel länger gedulden). Read More 6 Comments DIE KARTEN WERDEN GEMISCHT

Sun 10 Feb 2019

Das Leben in Australien ist hart und rücksichtslos. Gleichgültig wie reich man ist, leben die meisten Menschen am Rande ihrer finanziellen Möglichkeiten. Hier zahlt man immer zu viel. Alles ist zu teuer, jeder muss den maximalen Gewinn rausschlagen, um zu überleben. Man bezahlt nie den tatsächlichen Preis, die Gewinnmarge ist drei bis viermal so hoch wie in Europa. Selbst schlechte Qualität wird für horrende Preise verkauft. Neben Produkten ist jedes Erlebnis mit einem hohen Preisschild versehen. Am Ende zählt auch bei persönlichen Kontakten häufig nur eines: das Geld. Um Geld zu bekommen ist es moralisch vertretbar, alles zu tun was man kann. Häufig komme ich in Situationen, die mich sprachlos zurück lassen. Read More 1 Comments MEIN AUSTRALISCHES FAMILIENLEBEN

Fri 25 Jan 2019

Mein australisches Familienleben ist dem von zu Hause ziemlich ähnlich. Die Familie bei der ich lebe wohnt in einem guten Viertel, fünf Minuten vom Meer und zehn Minuten von den Superreichen entfernt. Arm ist hier niemand. Man legt Wert auf gutes Essen und gute Manieren und ich komme einige Male in die Situation, dass ich bestürzt erkennen muss, dass ich einerseits die Höflichkeitsparameter nicht verstehe und andererseits einige meiner Manieren auf dem zweijährigen Weg durch Asien verlegt habe. Read More 0 Comments INSTAGRAM WITH ME @isabellewnklr Writer & photographer on a journey around the world. Currently in New Zealand - on the road for 41.914 km About | Privacy Policy

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