Tagged: Beer

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A trip to the Dolac

Autumn is hanging on as tightly as it can. After weeks and weeks of dreary rain, the sun has been persistently shining on Zagreb. It’s the perfect weather to head to the Dolac market for groceries. I wish I had the remotest bit of talent to show you how beautiful,...

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A Very Tough Marathon

We stumbled into the Zagreb marathon on the weekend. I don’t mean that we accidentally found ourselves running 42 kilometers *shudder*. Just that we went for a walk and BANG, there was a marathon going through the centre of town. And let me tell you, walking down Ilica when it’s...

Pink bus! 0

Dada Cultural Bar – Sofia

Coming home from dinner one night in Sofia we walked past a cool little bar. It looked like a band was just about to start so we popped inside for a beer and a listen. We’re normally pretty rubbish at finding all the ‘cool places’ in a city but lately...

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A Cyrillic obsession

It only takes a few minutes to get a vague understanding of the Cyrillic alphabet and it’s definitely worth your time if you’re heading to Serbia, Bulgaria or Bosnia. There are a lot of good resources online and you should spend part of your train, plane or bus journey running...

Swing dancers, San Fernando Mercado 0

One Street in Madrid

We’ve been in Madrid for two weeks now and in that time we’ve become intimately acquainted with our street… and not much else. In our defence, our street has a small supermarket, a grocery, a churros factory (!), an alimentacion which is open late (for sneaky late night tinnies of...

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I blame the Prado

I’m suffering a little from a hangover today and I lay the blame entirely at the feet of the Prado Museum. “Museo del Prado (Madrid) 04” by Brian Snelson from United Kingdom – Flickr. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons. The Prado is a world class art gallery...

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Approaches to Madrid

I’ve had my fair share of annoying travel mishaps: cancelled flights, extended delays, road & track closures, detours. Then there was that time I stood on a train for 30 hours from Nanning to Shanghai, jammed in a wagon with 300 smoking Chinese people. But none of those can deliver...

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In Love in Seville

I’ve been woken, again, by the sound of suitcase wheels being dragged along the cobblestones. What time is it? I can hear birds singing, so it must be daylight. A car rattles down the street and a man calls out ‘Buenos dias!’ Ah, yes, it’s the second morning of our...

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The Long View

I send off a couple of stories each month to various journals and competitions. Sometimes I get published, sometimes I get mercilessly rejected and my heart trampled into the still fiery coals of a summer bonfire. Bastards. I recently entered the Fish Publishing Flash Fiction prize and, although I didn’t...

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The Compulsory City

It is a well known and established fact that you cannot go to Vienna without going to see a Viennese concert. You will be stopped at the Austrian border, questioned vigorously and sent back to the capital if you attempt to avoid it; you will also be forced to wear...