After the palava that was Verona, I was anxious about arriving in Rome and it all going to pot. Happily I manage to navigate to my accommodation (a camping ground) and upgrade to an air conditioned bungalow quite easily. I dropped my bag and went for a swim in the pool which was so very welcome. After a load of washing and generally getting myself ( Read more... )

In an attempt to keep all the travel blogging happening in spite of it being a couple of months late, her is the next installment which sees me go to the snow alone *cue suspense theme music ( Read more... )

Once I arrived in Lauterbrunnen, I walked the 1km to the camping grounds I was staying at, and discovered that once again, I'd arrived before check-in, and reception, opened. I had an hour to kill but didn't feel safe living my bag in the open there, it was a camping ground after all. So I sucked it up and sat down at their cafe restaurant and paid ( Read more... )

Never heard of it? Neither had I, and I had no intention of visiting until I stepped on my first busabout leg and the guide, Paul, was so enthusiastic and genuinely complimentary about the place that I added it to my itinerary. Anywhere that can make someone so emphatically endorse it must be good. Gruneau is half way between Vienna and Salzburg, a ( Read more... )

Seriously, I think I'm going to catch up on all my blogging in Paris! But in the meantime I'm in Gruneau, Austria waiting for the bus, so let's catch up on where I was.... A week ago? I caught Busabout to Prague, angsted about not going to Dresden, but it turned out straight to Prague was the better option. We stayed at Plus Prague and I had a lady ( Read more... )

Yeah, there's been other countries between then and now, seriously lacking in blogging time!
So, I caught the train to Berlin, arrived, managed to navigate the train system and find the hostel only to discover I had to pay in cash. Finding an ATM was more traumatic than anything else. I had 3 nights in Berlin before starting Busabout. I had a mixed ( Read more... )

I'm sitting on a train for 10 hours on my way from Krakow, Poland to Berlin, Germany. To think that a little over 60 years ago, the Third Reich was doing the opposite trip in less speedy and comfortable transport with a very different intention is a bit creepy, but the second world war has punctuated my trip to Poland, which isn't that surprising I ( Read more... )