Where winding roads, rusty rails, iffy health and lean budget meet the calm
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 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”
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”
My childhood memory lane goes through my tummy. Continue reading “Homecoming to my childhood”
…. Or at least from all the cities we’ve visited so far… Continue reading “We may have found the cleanest city in the world”
…yes, and for a very different reason. They value their intellectuals more than their politicians and royalty. Continue reading “We already love Scotland…”
Manchester hooked me on gin and Fever Tree tonic. Never thought that in that cold and bone-numbing humid weather I would drink, let alone love G&T.
Does this grey, wet and cold city deserve more posts? To begin with Alex summarized our experience well in his two posts. Yet I enjoyed it a lot, so maybe there are few more words to be said. A short walk in London and the train trip from Euston London to Piccadilly Manchester aside, this was my first impression of England. Grey, wet, dull and cold…Manchester skies so low, almost touching the canal (was this like Jacques Brel’s song “Le plat pays” about Belgium, where I spent a few years of my life?). Not much different on the other side of the North Sea. The photos we took make a lovely black and white canvas. Continue reading “Manchester”
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