Porto’s paradox
So wrong it’s right.
So wrong it’s right.
At the third time of asking, myself and Cennydd went to the Monaco Grand Prix.
Concluding my short adventure across Northern Europe.
Saved by the snow.
Cloudy with a chance of meatballs.
Finding colour amidst the grey.
Like all great railway journeys, this one starts with a cancellation.
A two-week stay in Berlin not only gave me time to explore the city, but also space to question the direction of my career and address a growing sense of disillusionment with my profession.
On German Unity Day, a tour of Tempelhof Airport proved to be a powerful act of remembrance.
Ich bin ein Berliner?
Finding the unexpected in Le Havre, the French seaside city that’s full of surprises.
In need of a break, I headed to Galway and the far western reaches of the British Isles.
Comparing a city with those previously visited might not be the best means of appraisal, but that’s what I found myself doing during a three-night stay in Prague.
Some thoughts after spending a few days in the Netherlands’ second city.
Before going freelance, I decided to take some time off during February. Part of this included spending a few days in Berlin.
As predicted, I was unable to blog during my travels across Europe last month, although less predictable was this being due to the death of my laptop mid-trip. I’ll be posting reports and photos from the cities I visited over the coming weeks, but here are a few general thoughts to start off with.
The first stop on my nine city tour of Europe, was Cologne in Northern Germany.
Brussels will quickly be forgotten.
After a number of years focusing my travels around big American cities, today I start a three week jaunt across Europe.