"In 1966 I lived with my family in Beograd, then the capital of Yugoslavia. Two years earlier my father purchased our first car—a Fiat Zastava 600. Our minds immediately turned to road trips."
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This blog is an archive of past content (2009-2017) and is not being updated at the moment. As such, some destination information is likely out of date.
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"In 1966 I lived with my family in Beograd, then the capital of Yugoslavia. Two years earlier my father purchased our first car—a Fiat Zastava 600. Our minds immediately turned to road trips."
Often, something as simple as a textile pattern can send me on a trip, deep down the rabbit hole to post-revolution, 1920s Russia.
at dusk the country side took on the appearance of a watercolour painting, aglow with deep purples and smoky greys.
I’ve heard it said that Hawaii doesn’t have a great cuisine and that truly good eats demand big bucks—but we had no trouble eating our way around the Big Island, and on a budget too
I'll be off for the next few weeks exploring the Big Island of Hawaii with Ken and his brother Simo. The posts may be sporadic, but the fun won't stop.
A day trip around beautiful (and sleepy) Fruška Gora: peaceful monasteries (old and new), a stroll on the pristine streets of Sremski Karlovci, a climb up to Kosmaj mountain and a beautiful home-style lunch.
Here is a new instalment of the Q&A, this time from a travelling kindred spirit.
Among the many cliched, inspirational quotes about journeys taken by those of us privileged enough to travel for pleasure, only a few stood out for me.
I’ve been studying the history of the island chain, and last year had a chance to speak to Keone, a Hawaiian elder who reminded us that a portion of the population quietly fights for Hawaiian independence.
I've been hounding Ronit to do the Q&A for a few weeks now, and it sure was worth the wait.
For a city that has become synonymous with war for anyone outside of this region, it was incredibly uplifting to see its historic centre, Baščaršija bustling and restored.
This Sunday's Guest Post is from none other than Ken Grünberg, my partner in crime, adventure and, well…. life!
I'm asking some of my favourite travelers to answer the same ten Qs about travel and give us their thoughts on smart packing, blending in and where they are off to next.
So here's a funny story. My family was nudist for a time. Ok, pause and get your embarrassed giggles out of the way.
I had never heard of Sergey Mikhaylovich Prokudin-Gorskii (where have I been living?!), so when I stumbled on his early 20th century photographs of the Russian Empire I was blown away.
Wouldn't that be the perfect introduction to a new city? A great map and a sugar high to keep you walking.
This is the story of my great grandmother and a trip she took not for pleasure, but for survival.
Natural high is truly the right term! At almost 3000m, the Gavio Pass feels like the rooftop of the world and its beauty is just astonishing.
Palazzo Lambertenghi has likely stood in the little Italian border town of Tirano since the 1400s.