In 2000 I dismissed Belgium and its capital as nothing less than nowhere ville and spent most of my four hours waiting for a bus to Paris at the down and dirty north station. 18 years’ later and it’s still grim. Full of drunks, the homeless (other than nomadic me) and armed police. If not […]
Monthly Archives: March 2018
In order to reach Brexit Britannia I would first need to negotiate France and if I was doing that, I might as well do it a different way and make Luxembourg my 50th country. So after a pit stop in Lyon I finally made it to this mysterious little duché (whatever that is) caught between […]
The clock ticks forward; complex and constant, friend and foe. Andorra is caught between two countries and two towns. France and Spain, Toulouse and Barcelona. As the latter is my first international city I swing round for my third visit and after my night of purgatory at El Prat’s T2, knew just where to go. […]
Toulouse is one of those places I just couldn’t get a pulse on. No hostels, only hotels and after another lousy Cafe Creme (which wasn’t really that but again was brown stuff in a cup with a dash of frothy milk) it’s one of those rare times I decide to keep travelling. If there is […]
Biarritz is beautiful but if you happen to be on a budget in winter be mindful of the fact it is completely and totally inept! The (Flix)bus drops me on a road, no sign of tourist info. Fortunately I manage to acquire some informations on its whereabouts by asking a local in rustic French and it’s […]
