
Many people think that cooking should employ recipes where exact measurements and timing make the ingredients to a tasty dish. Continue reading “The recipes that aren’t”
Where winding roads, rusty rails, iffy health and lean budget meet the calm
Many people think that cooking should employ recipes where exact measurements and timing make the ingredients to a tasty dish. Continue reading “The recipes that aren’t”
It could have been my imagination and sensitivity as a child, but there was always some sort of competition between my grannies. Continue reading “Capitalism, socialism, my grannies, and… a Cow!”
After visiting some of the places of my childhood, it was time to meet with my cousins, most of whom I hadn’t seen since I emigrated to Canada, and all but one still live in the area of Whitehaven, Cumbria. Continue reading “Cumbria”
While waiting in a filthy bus station in Bucharest Alex said – I want to be in Favorit (this is our go-to hotel in Sofia). Continue reading “Sunset in Ruse and the dark side of politics”
We should have taken the train. The day after we arrived in Bucharest, we walked to the major international bus station, Filaret. Continue reading “Back to Bulgaria by bus after all”
Bucharest was our last stop in Romania. And it was the only city we weren’t impressed with. Based on history, this was somewhat expected, yet the contrast shocked us. Continue reading “Bucharest”
We like food and we like to indulge once in a while. We like exploring local cuisines and trying new things. Continue reading “Food in Romania”
The train to Bucharest was rather full. Families with kids and huge suitcases, families without kids and with huge suitcases, and younger people with duffel bags, were boarding the train. They were all vacationers, going to the Black Sea. Continue reading “Braşov to Bucharest”
Sebastian picked us up at 9 the next morning and we headed for Sinaia first, since it was the farthest destination. Continue reading “Sinaia, Bran, Râşnov”
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”
Aug. 11, Winding down
This is my last full day on Baffin. The morning rain is tapping out its melody on the tent fly. Tim is still soundly asleep beside me and I’ve been reading for the last hour. Continue reading “Heading home and Epilogue”
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”
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