After 93 days, this is the last stage of my short European trip. I will hop on the ferry from Dubrovnik to Bari and then by train on up to Rome for my first visit to the Eternal City. First, however, I must survive the trip to Bari, deck class. Travel terms are a bit... Continue Reading →
As you head south the trains head south too. Slower, rattlier, fuller. The reclining seats, the speed, the power sockets all disappear. The restaurant car feels like a bit of an old 1950s film with the red velvet seats and the full meals for less than $10. The south of Hungary and the north of Croatia are emptier and older. We pass the rail yards at slug speed. They are populated, in the rain, with old fat freight cars looking like something out of star wars.
Many people will tell you that Budapest is their favourite city in Europe. Perhaps I didn't look hard enough but, after Prague, it seemed less splendid and somewhat dull and jaded
Aside from the most obvious perils of traveling overseas such as lost passports, lost cameras, lost phones and lost minds, travel offers one of the great pleasures of life.....And then there is dealing with the BANK......
I leave Berlin for Prague and Budapest, appropriately, from Ostbahn Hof, which used to be the main terminal in East Berlin, before the Wall fell. Like many things in Berlin it's been modernised and scrubbed up, but it seems like an appropriate place from which to head to eastern Europe. For whatever reason these two... Continue Reading →
Ah, Berlin the beautiful, the bold, the brutal, the bizarre.... Everyone told me that Berlin was a great city to visit and they weren't wrong. If only Australian cities were more like Berlin (or indeed other cities in Europe). Bike paths everywhere, masses of green open space, street art, rivers and canals, great museums, car... Continue Reading →
I decide to go to Annecy after Aix and Nimes; it was a suitably random decision a bit like the answer to the question about why you climbed Everest...Because it was there. But it's also logical as it's one of the best places for paragliding, cycling, walking and water sports. The best form of travel... Continue Reading →
Aix and Nimes, like Orange, Sablet and Avignon are all in Provence. I love this part of France. It feels very French, steeped in history, bathed in the soft hazy sun of the south, spotted with with hilltop villages as if some crazy God just dropped them randomly around the countryside. It's the France of... Continue Reading →
Travelling South I leave Gare du Lyon for Orange, in the south of France, on a beautiful summer's morning. There is something cocoon like about travelling on planes and trains. It's almost as if the closer we are forced into proximity with strangers, the more we feel the need to surround ourselves with a type... Continue Reading →