Bracing for Oktoberfest: Style & Travel Guide for Germany’s Largest Folk Celebration


Frothy beer served in frosty-cold glass beer steins. Frocks reminiscent of a Brothers Grimm storybook. Pretzels as large as your head dusted in hail-sized salt. A brisk chill in the air that is no match for the heady warmth rising from the alcohol in your core. It’s the season of Oktoberfest, and if you’re anything like me (@lifeofbusynothings), you’re deeply in your element in this autumnal celebration.

Why I Travel Solo


So you want to know why I prefer to travel alone, alone with my thoughts and the road, traveling without inhibitions and without “friends”, allowing myself to be swept around the river bend? So you want to know why I travel solo?

Morocco (Part 2) – The Bazaar


Traveling alone, I found myself very suspicious of the people around me, nervous of any pickpockets who might attempt to steal my cash and identity. My hostel was situated just outside of the city center, in what must have been a residential area, as there were no shops to be found, and very little foot traffic. My antennae went up, the heckles on my neck raised.

About Hostels in Morocco


Kammy Hostel is centrally located right outside of the labrynth of bazaars and souks. There are no doors to the rooms, and no lockers. However, there is a nice sense of community that convincingly reassures travelers that their belongings are safe. Regardless, distrustful as I am, I did end up hiding my most important valuables (passport, plane tickets, etc) underneath my mattress.