Visiting Rome has been on my list since I was a very little girl. Dreaming of home-made hand rolled ravoli and then being whisked off my feet by a handsome Italian man on a Vespa. Continue reading
Yorkshire in the North of England is known as the greenest part of England. Evoking images of hiking across green rolling hills and moors, the countryside of Yorkshire has been referred to as “God’s Own County”. Continue reading
Aldwych is a disused Underground station situated on the Strand in London. Opened in 1907 to operate as a shuttle service from Holborn under the name “Strand”, renamed to Aldwych soon after opening as the name caused confusion. The station was closed in 1994 due to the cost of refurbishment after the lifts and mechanics fell into disrepair. Continue reading
Budapest, the capital of Hungary has much to offer any visitors to the city. Separated by the Danube river, the city is divided into two halves Buda & Pest.
I had high hopes for Budapest. The day was a dedicated ‘spa day’ in one of the famous thermal baths. It was going to be a very welcome treat on my tired and weary body especially considering the tumultuous week we’d had. Continue reading
It was the day that seemed to last forever. Starting in Zagreb, we were headed for Pécs, a city in southern Hungary with a ‘slight’ detour to the Slavonski Brod on the Bosnian border.
The drive to Slavonski Brod was dreadful. Empty roads that ran through small deserted towns and the snow. My god did it snow. Even with our winter tires we slipped and slid around corners as we went up and down mountain ranges. Continue reading
We arrived in Zagreb quite late, we had enough time to get a feel for the city, check out the old town square & Cathedral while having a stroll through the deserted Christmas markets which munching on a Croatian Christmas sausage before calling it an early night. Continue reading
From Bled, we arrived in Ljubljana quite late. Whilst driving mindlessly around town trying to leech free WiFi from anywhere to book a hotel for the night, we stumbled on a fair. Situated in a deserted car park on the outskirts of town and the fair was clearly lacking patrons. Run by nondescript gypsies, I was convinced it was unsafe and likely to void every travel insurance policy known to man. But they had fairy floss and it was my birthday-eve. How better to spend the last day in my 20s than by diving face first into sugar-laden fairy floss and riding perilous carnival rides…
The road trip already wasn’t going to plan. We’d hit a massive storm from Vienna and it followed us to Bled.
We’d booked a hotel online last minute and as we crossed the border into Slovenia I noticed our maps weren’t displaying the same as before. This meant much of our maps were now just merely a guide. Continue reading