Where winding roads, rusty rails, iffy health and lean budget meet the calm
We walked from the train station all the way to the old town and our hotel. It was a longish walk; first through some residential areas with apartment buildings obviously from communist times; then some nicer low-rise buildings and newly built houses mixed with old ones – some renovated, some not; many administrative buildings too. Continue reading “Braşov”
Upon arrival at Sibiu and before venturing the city we bought tickets for our next leg to Braşov. We would try an international train this time. Continue reading “Sibiu to Braşov”
The train was delayed: we didn’t arrive in Sibiu until late evening. It was the end of a big rock festival. Continue reading “Sibiu”
Getting off the train in Craiova I ventured to discover the toilets. Continue reading “Craiova to Sibiu”
Researching our train trip from Vidin to Ruse through Romania we knew we would have to stop in Craiova. Continue reading “The surprise of Craiova”
While planning this trip from Canada it was somewhat difficult to find information on crossing the Bulgaria-Romania border at Vidin-Calafat. Continue reading “Trains we took through Romania”
We started our trip indulging in some cultural events in Bulgaria. The times we have spent there in summer are often seasoned with a variety of outdoor concerts and festivals. Continue reading “Prelude: Wagner in Magura Cave, Verdi in Belogradchik Fortress”
(Ok, last dry and boring post. There will be more fun in the next series ?) Continue reading “TFSA vs. RRSP followup”
I had never thought I’d get into “financial” blogging. Continue reading “RRSP Followup”
Our series of posts about Scotland will be incomplete if we didn’t mention two more things: food and poetry. Continue reading “On Poetry and Haggis”
Debt? No way! I had lived all my life within my means. I had never borrowed a penny. Continue reading “You want me to have what?”
Eh, very late 40s to be exact. I still knew no debt when Alex and I met. Continue reading “We started from zero in our fifties”
We are now home still dealing with the jet lag. We are done with travelling for this year. Continue reading “We will be back”
When I came to Canada in my early 40s I had no thoughts, understanding or horizon on retirement. Continue reading “RRSP? What the hell is RRSP?”
And so, we made it all the way to Thurso, a lovely small town close to Dunnett Head, the most northerly point in Scotland. Continue reading “The Far North to Thurso and Back”
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