The Nomad is a growing collection of stories, encounters, observations, lived moments — and the quiet (and not-so-quiet) joy hidden inside them.
They’re all rooted in my life, wandering freely between places, people, questions, and unexpected turns. Many of these stories eventually find their way into my book The Nomad — others insist on staying a little wild. Stay tuned. The road is still unfolding.
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The Nomad #19: Who Blew Up Nord Stream — and Who Gets to Say
The Nomad #18: Rich in Possibilities
The Nomad #17: Conditioning — The Invisible Architecture We Call Normal
The Nomad #16: Radical Transparency – Why Citizens Can No Longer Wait
The Nomad #15: My Journey From a Good Girl to a Freer Soul
The Nomad #14: Into the Canyon, Out of My Comfort Zone
The Nomad #13: My Early Childhood
The Nomad #12: In the Zone
The Nomad #11: A Nomad’s Chronicle of Change and Connection
The Nomad #10: When Giants Speak Softly
The Nomad #9: 2084
The Nomad #8: Honorable Lokendra Singh – The Maharaja of Panna
The Nomad #7: Martine Rothblatt: 2 Stars 4 Peace
The Nomad #6: A Deep Dive Into The Social Fabrics Of India
The Nomad #5: A Tribute to my Bullet!
The Nomad #4: “Show me your vulnerability!”
The Nomad #3: NATO and the Streets
The Nomad #2: “It’s all yours!”
The Nomad #1: Roadtrip to Bombay
>>> This story — and others like it — live in The Nomad.
5 out of 5 stars 125 Countries… and Still Counting (Reviewed in the United States on July 3, 2026)
Disclosure: I worked on this book.
Knowing Ulrike for 40 years, I’d heard most of these stories before, told to me directly by Ulrike. But reading them together, laid out in one continuous flow, was something else — and there are just as many equally astonishing ones that didn’t make it into this book (maybe in another one?). And yes, more than once I found myself thinking, “is this really true?” It always was.
What strikes me most is that Ulrike never exaggerates or embellishes. If anything, she under-states things — for lack of a better word. That matters, because this isn’t really a book about “travel”, or “adventure.” It’s a book about attention to the larger issues, and their details: about stepping back from ego and actually seeing, feeling, grasping what’s happening around you and inside you — and then acting on it. That pattern, repeated over and over across a life, is what led her to more than 125 countries.
What also stayed with me is the sheer specificity she remembers. Small, specific, fascinating — the kind of texture that makes the stories feel lived rather than told. Often, I caught myself with goosebumps.
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5 out of 5 stars A Life Earned in Full (Reviewed in Germany on May 25, 2026)
I have known Ulrike Reinhard for twenty years. I thought I understood her fairly well. Then I read this book and realised I had only ever been watching the surface of something much deeper.
The Nomad is not a travel memoir, though it crosses continents. It is not a success story, though success appears in abundance. It is something rarer: a sustained act of honest looking — at a life, at the invisible forces that shaped it, and at the long, uneven process of stepping beyond them. Reading it, I kept encountering a woman I recognised and details I had never known. That combination is unsettling in the best possible way.
What struck me most was not the courage of her choices — the departures, the years in a rural Indian village, the nomadic life without a fixed address — but her willingness to examine them. She writes about a quality I have always sensed in her without being able to name: a deep thoughtfulness. She does not simply live her life and report on it afterwards. She lives it while looking at it clearly, and that clarity, earned slowly and at real cost, is what makes this book worth reading.
I watched many of these transformations from the outside and thought I understood them. I did not. The book corrects that gently but thoroughly. What looked like boldness was discernment. What looked like restlessness was a sustained refusal to mistake ease for alignment. That distinction — and the discipline it takes to hold it over a lifetime — left an impression on me that I am still processing.
She ends the book not with a conclusion but with a pause. “I’m not finished. That’s where I am now.” After twenty years of watching this person move through the world, that is the most convincing thing she could have said.
I knew Ulrike Reinhard. I know her better now. For anyone who thought they already did — read this book.