Once our adventures in Sofia were over (see Exploring Bulgaria – PART 1), we packed our bags and jumped into our black rented Hyandai Getz, only 26 Euros per day, dropped off and picked up by a very friendly Phillip (who paid our parking and even let us keep it an extra night as we couldn’t get back in time at the end of our trip). We then drove out of the city. It was the first time we realised just how inadequate our GPS really was. It had a lag equivalent to that of dial-up internet. Not the best thing when you’re in a busy capital city and need to be on the “perfect highway” which will take you through the mountains to Velikov Tarnovo, our hilly little mountain escape. Continue reading
To say that I was excited to be visiting Bulgaria was an understatement. I would be meeting up with two friends from home who were travelling their way down from Germany and we would be exploring, what was to us, a relatively unknown country. I was so ecstatic, I could hardly sit still in my travelling pants.
I had absolutely no expectations for Bulgaria, we had nothing planned, Continue reading
There are crazy drivers all over the world. I remember speeding in and out of cars in a tuk tuk on the busy streets of Bangkok, and even in my own little version of a tuk tuk (a Hyundai excel) I was perhaps one of the crazier drivers thinking I could get away with illegal three point turns, or speedy overtakes of big, long lorry trucks.
Here in Italy there has been more than a couple of times when I have second guessed my chances of surviving the ride. Here, where second line parking is a thing and people are prone to stop in the middle of a four lane road to ask for directions, Continue reading
Thanks to our diverse world and wonderful translation errors, every traveller comes across funny photos. Here’s one of my own:
Keep reading ‘Who needs Viagra, just move closer to the Solfatara Volcano!’
A few months ago now, I spent three days abroad from living abroad and took the night train to Nice, France. I travelled with two good friends whom, for no real reason except to make them smile, I shall refer to them here as Gigi and Matatak.
Gigi and Matatak were on their last ten days of their two month backpacking around Europe. Previous to our weekend away, I spent three solid days of acting as tour guide in Rome. After they arrived from a long mostly sleepless night on the train, we set about trying to find them a breakfast that did not consist of sweet pastry (for an Italian breakfast, see Breakfast of Champions). This, at 10am in Italy is almost impossible. Keep reading ‘casino non Monte Carlo?’
Getting lost is part of the adventure. I whole heartedly agree with this. However at the time, if you have an appointment to meet someone, have to work or are all alone at night in a massive city, it’s more of a slight inconvenience.
Just like the night I first arrived in Rome (see post “Why thanks Rome“), my first public transport bus ride was a ‘slight inconvenience’. It was my first weekend in Rome and keep reading ‘just a slight inconvenience’
From past experience, I know that in most places in Europe, you have to pay to use a public toilet. So in the interest of saving 50 cents, I try to avoid this.
However after having succesfully boarding the correct train to Pescara (after some hesitation as it seemed to arrive at the station at a different time to what the schedule told me) and disembarking at the correct station (success!), I knew I had a long walk ahead of me so decided to use the public restroom. Want to find out more?