Inspiration. Travel. Life.
It’s never too early to start thinking about next year’s travel plans, especially when there are countless places to see and oh so little time to see them. InterRailing provided me with the perfect way of seeing Europe and if you’re thinking of doing the same, what better than a little inspiration to kick start the …
My top 10 favourite feline residents of the Balkans (and beyond) in their natural habitats.
At the end of Germany’s Romantic Road lies Neuschwanstein Castle- the Fairy Tale castle with sinister historical realities that looms above the small village of Hohenschwangau in close proximity to Füssen. I imagine that the Romantic Road would be an idyllic one; providing a beautiful journey through the Bavarian countryside and its scenes of tranquility. I imagine you …
Salzburg- a magical place where raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens amalgamate together to form imagery worth singing about. The hills were alive and so was I- and there absolutely no stopping my inner Maria Von Trapp for our two days of Austrian alpine bliss. (For the remainder of your reading pleasure, I Have …
The RailJet train is a dream on tracks. Working reservations, moving maps and plenty of communication. The Austrians need to give the Serbians a master class in this kind of thing. We’re in fact so enthralled by Austrian transport and eager to be in Vienna that we promptly get off the train two stops early. …
It soon transpires we have not been so lucky with the sleeping arrangements this time round and we’ll be spending our 14 hour overnight trip in close confines with two Hungarian ladies. One talks at us in Hungarian for a while, which we clearly don’t understand, before the other breaks her silence with an English translation. …
Our newly acquired car for a day is collected and delivered to our beachside retreat by Tom in the morning. One positive of the unexpected road trip to Split is something of a lie in and an 8 a.m. start rather than a 6.30 one. We drive the ever impressive coastal roads along Croatia and …
It’s 7am and we join all the other backpack clad 20-somethings in Mostar at the bus station where a coach is due to whisk us away to the enticing world of Dubrovnik. We’re neither surprised when it’s late nor when the only available toilets are my old hole in the ground friends. I’m pleased to …
To our delight, the train departs on time and soon enough we are weaving our way along the greenest of mountains and bluest of rivers. No-one seems to talk about the side of Bosnia that rivals Austria or Slovenia vista wise and yet they really should. The journey from Sarajevo to Mostar is stunning.
As it happens, the bus is an hour late. The driver does not speak English to explain/seem to care why and as we are the last pickup the only two seats available are at opposite ends of the bus. Granted it is a minibus but still, we’re not off to the best of starts. I …