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