Transylvania – the very word conjures up images of vampires, creepy castles and a thirst for blood. The reality though is flower-filled meadows, magnificent forests, Saxon churches, quaint villages and so much more. On the way there I’d taken the early morning ferry across the Danube from Bulgaria & was pleasantly surprised to be met by Costi, a Romanian...
How wrong can one old bloke be? On my last post I mentioned that the roads were leveling out and steep hills were all behind me. Well, obviously I was wrong on that score! Turkey has been hills, hills and more hills, each one steeper than the last, even 10% gradient. At first these were too much for Effie and I ended up often pushing her. But in the last week the...
It sounds strange I know but it’s a lonely journey despite always being surrounded by crowds of people. And then there’s the things I miss…like a good cup of real coffee, fish & chips, a meat pie, and a familiar accent. So when Tahir & Tina invited me to dinner in Lahore & meet with a couple of Kiwi expats I was only too happy. Now don’t get me...