Warsaw

We’ve all seen mirages on film. A lonely, dehydrated soul lost in the desert sees an image of salvation or beauty, usually in the shape of an expanse of water. A little research tells me that mirages are an optical phenomenon as opposed to the onsetting hysteria caused by heat and dehydration that I previously … Continue reading Warsaw

Prague

It is an unusual sensation when the prey spots the predator first yet still knows that there can be no escape. The senses heighten, the heart beats in time with the falling rain drops only momentarily before racing off to its own thumping rhythm. Those vibrations are carried over the thick air along with silent … Continue reading Prague

Vienna

I looked down at the red patch on my jeans. It was sticky and had a surprisingly sweet smell. I knew I was in trouble but I was unaware just how dire the situation was to become. It couldn’t be surely? I dipped my finger into the viscous fluid and brought it to my nose … Continue reading Vienna

Plitvice

The scene was set before me, bodies flying left and right as I marched on without a second glance to see where they had landed. It was the 2019 Royal Rumble and I was on my way to Wrestlemania. Only it wasn’t the 2019 Royal Rumble, I was treading the boards at Plitvice National Park … Continue reading Plitvice

Zagreb

Since I began to take a more serious interest in travel the word Croatia has always conjured up images of sun, sandy beaches and clear blue seas overlooked by stunning towns (beforehand the nation was synonymous with Luka Modric and one of the most beautiful football kits I’ve ever seen). With this in mind it … Continue reading Zagreb

Schengen In My Boots

When the first police officer with a gun asked to see my passport I was a little unnerved. When the second wanted to see my credentials I assumed it was just a standard procedure. By the time the third wanted to have a look at my travel documents I began to wonder whether I was … Continue reading Schengen In My Boots

Lake Bled

In exchange for my Euros the man in the shed handed me a padlock and key. Not an entirely strange occurrence perhaps but I was attempting to hire a boat. “For mooring,” was my only further instruction as he gestured to the nearest vessel. I must have looked like an Oxbridge rower on a busman’s … Continue reading Lake Bled

Ljubljana

“What music do you like?” If I could pick one question that I never want to be asked it would be this one. It is a loaded question. Do you answer truthfully or pluck an answer from thin air that you think will appease the person asking you? I usually do the latter. Hard when … Continue reading Ljubljana