Selcuk, Pamukkale, Ephesus, Izmir

Neither Pam nor I make any claims for prescience or any other psychic abilities so perhaps it was only common sense leading us to book a cab for early the next morning on our return journey from Antalya Archeological Museum. We are good to go by 6:45am and just as we walk down the stairs…

Tombs Entombed Antalya

A section of distant Antalya rising out of the blue Mediterranean like tiny pale LEGO blocks completely filled a gap between mountain peaks as we were winding our way around the rock and fallen tree filled valley head between the little green grave and Hudacili ridge around twenty four hours ago. Antalya is Turkey’s fastest…

Ostrog Monastery

Two days in a row with our day’s activity planned. We are shooting for the record. Our planned destination, Ostrog Monastery which is vertically recessed into the rock of the Ostrog Cliffs 900 meters above the Zeta valley. According to the lonely planet website Ostrog Monastery is one of the three most visited Christian destinations…

What becomes of the broken hearted?

The bus we intend to take to Pula does not leave until 12:30pm and Pam intends to make use of our last morning in Zagreb by visiting the strangely titled ‘Museum of Broken Relationships’ which opens at 9:00am. We must also pick up our laundry and pack our bags before catching the tram to the…

Samobor

The lovely girl who had ushered us into the apartment lives in the apartment next door with her mother. We had met her mother a couple of days earlier, she is a friendly enthusiastic person who when hearing we were going to visit Samobor told us that ‘she comes from Samobor and she would like…

Rain, Rain go away . . .

Santiago de Compostela – Negreira We wake late for a day we know we will have to be walking and it is almost 9:45 before we leave the pension after having coffee and toast for Pam in the cafe on the ground floor. The sky is heavy, grey and forbidding however it is not actually…

The End is the Beginning

Monte de Goza – Santiago de Compostelo Once more we wake before the sun, not that extraordinary when the sun doesn’t really rise until 8:30am. Pam is very insistent that the blog be up to date before we enter Santiago, she wants us to be ‘in the moment’ with ‘no thoughts of that which needs…

Walking in Paris 3

I have had a lifelong fascination with time and infinity, I can remember as a very young child asking myself a question that as an adult I would phrase as “if the Universe is not infinite, what is it contained in?” and the answer to this question of course is Time. Time contains us, one…

Walking in Paris 2

Biological imperatives assuaged Pam and I continue our stroll down Avenue Champs de Elysees. By this time the light rain has completely eased and the sun is drying our clothes. The Champs de Elysees is a broad street with wide footpaths and after the shopping section abruptly ends, the buildings on each side of the…