For a moment I thought I was in Austria or in Bavaria. The music, the yodelling, the clothes. The restaurant our colleague chose for that night offered interesting...
Tag - Postcards
Waking up in my home in Warsaw last Friday morning I had one thing on my mind: an Emerging Europe company weekend in Bucharest, Romania. While sad to leave the family...
“Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Cezary for 2:30pm,” I say as I arrive at a barber shop in central Warsaw. “Hi,” I hear back instead of a more formal “good...
It’s about 6am on December 30. It’s dark and freezing with quite a lot of snow around. I am at Tbilisi bus station waiting for a bus to Telavi in Georgia’s wine region...
I love driving. It gives me the freedom of heading to where I feel like going. And sometimes it helps me get lost and discover places I wouldn’t experience...
‘The universe has been generous’, I thought as I arrived at a bus stop on Pushkin Street in Tbilisi and saw an empty marshrutka about to leave with just one person...
The Romanian village, we are constantly told, is dying. Young people are leaving in droves, either for the the country’s towns and cities or to seek their fortune...
The centre of the southern Polish town of Zakopane appears to have come straight from a fairytale. It doesn’t even seem to be in Poland at all, as all the wooden...
Good morning, sir. This is a wake-up call to remind you that your group are meeting at 07:30 in the lobby, a receptionist at the Marriott, where I am staying, tells me...
Where are you flying, sir? a Lufthansa flight attendant asks me when I enquire about connecting flight information aboard an aircraft originating from Heathrow...
You know I have been to Bratislava so many times and I have never been on the National Uprising Bridge before, I say to the taxi driver as we cross the Danube. You mean...
Tell me what you think about this whole issue of changing the country’s name, I ask a friend of mine as we walk past a massive statue of Alexander the Great surrounded...
This is Bulgaria. I speak Bulgarian. I don’t speak English or Chinese, says Plamen, a short and skinny taxi driver in his late fifties. He is quite assertive in his...
