A non-descript side street, a stained white wall. Paint peeling from the window frames and sidelong glances from passersby.
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From Istanbul to Berlin by train, zig-zagging across the former Iron Curtain.
The final instalment of the Iron Route Journey. East, West, Good, Bad, Win, Lose, Draw.
Another look at 1989.
Sometimes things go wrong in life. The printer at the car hire company breaks, the sat nav doesn’t work, the
Who needs cobbled streets and medieval mysteries when you can have psychedelic colours, wonky lines and hearts full of passion?
I arrived in style, travelling from the aged grandeur of Keleti Pu station in Budapest to the ultra-modern Vienna West
You have to put yourself in my shoes.
Boots, really, with thick rubber soles to keep out the cold and to keep a foothold on the ice. Boots that worked hard and worked fast, striding between commuters in a winter-worn Budapest. Five feet, six inches above them, a troubled mind tangled through what it had just seen.
I stand in the queue, a man turns me back.
I stand in another queue. Alone, in silence
The steam rising out of the drain cover caught my attention first. It was a cold, vengefully cold mid-winter morning in
This Photo Friday, I bring you Croatia’s Capital at its warm and wintry best. Check out more about the #ironroute over here and watch this space for the words…They’re on their way…
Cold War. Iron Curtain.
Four words, two phrases, several meanings.
When I went to school, a third of the world lived under “communist” rule. Travel was restricted…
I hope to bring Ljubljana to life for you here on Inside the Travel Lab, piece by piece, over the course of 2012 as part of my #IronRoute Project. Yet to spare you the overload experienced by my hard drive, oh long-suffering reader, I’ll start with this bite-sized list and fill in the gaps later.
Italian food. There was a time when I couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about, but I can barely remember that now. The moment my train slowed to a stop in Trieste (and, if I’m honest, quite a while before that) my daydreams wandered…
I’m going to tell you a secret. I’ve longed to visit Ljubljana. I’ve longed to let my tongue run over the improbable syllables of its name before I even knew how to say them…
Trieste, Italy Behind me, I know that sapphire lights stud their way across the stone. […]
Eighteen days ago I set out on a journey of more than a thousand miles. It took me through nine different countries, six different currencies, two continents and it strayed both in and out of
The sign on the platform read Budapest. I climbed onto the train, no easy feat at the moment as I clutched…
Blinking with sleep into the buttercup-yellow light, I stood on the platform and looked around.
An abandoned train stood opposite, incoherent graffiti scrawled along its length. The escalators had seen better days (I hoped) as they slumped…
Sofia, Bulgaria’s capital, left me with plenty of lingering images. Here
The icy winter winds have really started to bite as I’ve travelled north. Arriving in […]
A man casts a glance over his shoulder before arching back and casting his line into the water. The street chatter and rush hour traffic drown out the subtle splash but from the look on his face, you’d think he stood alone in the countryside, miles from anyone, miles from anywhere.