December 13, 2007

Veliko Tarnovo, Day 4

On arrival in Veliko Tarnovo I was greeted by Assen from Hostel Mostel picking up a few people from the train. As soon as we were back at the hostel we were hurried outside by Assen to see a rather atmospheric light and music show, displaying the Veliko castle in all it’s grandeur. A few beers back in the hostel and a session of putting...
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Bucharest, Day 3

Up early to start on some hostel appointments. My first stop was negotiating the comprehensive metro and tram system to find the Lucky House Hostel which just opened earlier this year. A big, clean villa in an exclusive ex-communist Bucharest suburb - surrounded as most suburbs in Romania seem to be - by huge concrete blocks. Close to a selection of bar & restaurants and...
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December 12, 2007

Bucharest, Day 2

A latish start due to previous night out, Sunday was all about mixing business with pleasure - checking out some properties and fitting in a little sight seeing too. You can really see the whole “little Paris” thing when you take a turn from the main concrete drags down the sidestreets – old French-style villas with a faded, turn-of-the-century charm. These villas are something reminiscent...
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Bucharest, Day 1

Arriving in to 70’s-style Bucharest Baneasa Airport the crowd was welcomed by possibly the worlds shortest luggage carousel. The 10m carousel meant a strictly on-one, one-off policy for all the bags, and a ridiculous wait to get all everything on and off. Radu picked me up and gave me a whistle stop tour of the city en route to the apartment he was putting me...
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November 6, 2007

Fantastic Fes

The drab suburbs of Marrakesh soon gave way to a harsh, empty landscape. Black plastic bags, having been swept along for miles by the wind, flapped helplessly on the thorn bushes. In the distance, wavy and indistinct in the haze, huge mountains loomed against the skyline. The terrain shifted quickly as the journey progressed. After a little while the land flattened out, and yellow carpets...
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