• Hitchhike to India leg 37: Antalya to Goreme, Cappadocia

    Antalya is a dump.  Actually to be honest I’ve got no idea whether it is or not because I’ve not left the crap hotel we’re staying in save to eat and be taught pool by a German master.  However, when cutting through town the first day we arrived I’ve turned to Olivia and said; “we’re …

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  • Hitchhike to India legs 35/36: Izmir to Antalya

    I’ve picked up a companion!  For the first time since Germany, I will be hitching the next few legs with a partner in crime.  Olivia is a friend I made in Istanbul, and for some reason she wants to accompany me for a while on this crazy adventure.  So for the next few entries, it’s …

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  • Hitchhike to India leg 33/34. Istanbul to Izmir

    Istanbul was taking hold.  For reasons that will be saved for the book I’d been spending too much Lira on a private room, or chain-smoking harsh, Turkish tobacco alone on a roof.  The sun had gone from both my sky and the actual one, so it was high time to pick myself up and push …

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  • Istanbul

    If one had but a single glance upon the world, one should gaze on Istanbul. What  could I possibly write about this city that hasn’t already been said?  I’m not even going to try.  A fool’s errand.  At 14 odd million, Istanbul is the 5th largest city in the world, and it’s absolutely incredible.  It …

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  • Hitchhike to India leg 32: Plovdiv to Istanbul

    OK so I’ve cheated a bit. In order to cram in a few more sites (including my beloved communist party headquarters) I’ve taken the bus to Plovdiv, technically breaking the hitch rule of not paying for transport when I travel to a new place. It was only a few miles though I promise. And yet after …

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  • Abandoned Communist Party Headquarters, Mount Buzludzha, Bulgaria

    I’ve been looking forward to today for a long time.  As far back as I can remember, I’ve had a passion for abandoned or lonely places.  There is nothing more romantic for me than the seaside in winter.  Forgotten remnants of days gone by.  Standing where something or someone stood.  Crumbling buildings, ghostly apertures and …

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  • Haggis day oot

    I’ve finally managed to drag myself out of Sofia and I’m feeling rather smug about it.  One might say proud of oneself.  My usual M.O is to languish in this den of iniquity for months on end, doing my best to destroy my liver.  You’ll be pleased to know dear readers, that I stayed but …

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  • The midnight train going anywhere…

    Well, back to the city of Sofia to be exact… After my third (and final) love/hate relationship with Belgrade which has subjected me to visits to health care professionals, garnered a wealth of new friends, a bruised heart and a partridge in a pear tree, I find myself on an emotional stumble to the train station, …

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  • The Black Hole of Belgrade Booze Boat Blowout

    Alright, this is getting ridiculous.  A few weeks ago I had arrived back in Belgrade to spend a weekend seeing friends and getting up to mischief with (a) hot Serbian woma(e)n.  I’ll only stay a couple of days thought I, adamant that a return to Sofia would be imminent and I would be into Turkey before …

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  • Pristina

    Attempting to travel from Skopje to Belgrade via Pristina isn’t a good idea.  This is a region on tenterhooks, as the Serbian government still doesn’t properly recognise Kosovo as a legitimate country.  Locals can come and go freely, but those sporting a different passport will most likely have difficulty crossing from Kosovo into Serbia and …

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