Where winding roads, rusty rails, iffy health and lean budget meet the calm
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
Skye is overcrowded, overpriced and overrated! Alex does not think it’s overrated, but I do. Continue reading “Thanks for nothing!”
Mallaig was our final stop on The Jacobite steam train (September 9, 2018). Continue reading “Welcome to Mallaig”
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