Where winding roads, rusty rails, iffy health and lean budget meet the calm
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”
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”
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”
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”
We are now home still dealing with the jet lag. We are done with travelling for this year. Continue reading “We will be back”
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”
My childhood memory lane goes through my tummy. Continue reading “Homecoming to my childhood”
“ it does have a remarkable sense of connecting somewhere to nowhere through a lot of, er, nowhere.” (Benedict le Vay, Britain from the Rails)” Continue reading “The Iron Road from Skye”
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