I’m sitting in the front seat of a large van with Lukaz, who’s driving me to Prague – we’re discussing veganism and dal, and how dal is an amazing dish for vegans, even in Prague, which is where Lukaz is from. In the back, a few other people who ‘ve just met for the first …
Category: Travel
Rocking It Out In Budapest
Budapest is a pretty city – straddling the Danube, it grew up as two separate cities: hilly, rich Buda and flat, poorer but more artistic Pest. This state of affairs remained until the denizens of the city built the first of many bridges – the Chain bridge – across the Danube and united the two …
Prague In The Summer Sun
Prague in the summertime is glorious. It’s a city of spires and ancient towers, so when the sun is out, all those famous 1,000 points are glistening and glinting in the sun. The bright red and orange and yellow roof tiles are clean after the rain and the entire population of the city seems to …
The Truth About Money And Travel
It seems as though the Internet has been split into two camps regarding the virtues of traveling and the practical costs and benefits of being a traveller. On the one hand, there are posts, listicles and dreamy pictures of far-off vistas that exhort you to drop everything right this minute and embark on a voyage …
Death And Beauty In Greenland
Kangerlussuaq, Greenland is the sort of place that takes no prisoners. The day I landed, the town authorities called off the search for a crashed plane whose pilot presumably got lost in the Arctic wilderness and couldn’t find his way back to the airport. The danger that’s inherent in a place like this is just …
Iceland: A Window To The Past
I stand on the road, listening to the tick of the cooling engine. The crunch of gravel underfoot and the fluttering of my loose hiking pants in the cold, brisk breeze are the only other sounds I can hear. I walk a few steps away, putting some distance between myself and the shoulder of the …
From Paris, With Tourists
I wish I could say that I had a wonderful time in Paris. The reality is that my Paris experience, far from being musical-worthy, is best summed up by the word, “OK” – which is not even a whole word, really. The thing about Paris is that there’s now a strict social convention that one must …