Blog ArchiveFind all my posts here
I had a bunch of notes about Belarus, they also got lost. This is being written 6 months later.
My main memory of the ride was large swathes of empty greenness and very smooth roads with barely any cars, and some glorious bus stops. There’s a main road that connects Vilnius and Minsk, but it seemed like there were barely any towns along it at so I took a detour
Unsurprisingly, there were a fair number of victorious-looking Soviet-style statues whenever I got to each town. I
Now that I carry
I had notes for the next few countries but not only misplaced my notebook in Turkey, but also seem to have lost a bunch of recordings I made. Bugger.
I flew from Iceland to Helsinki, to visit Eastern Europe. I?d been to Estonia previously, but little else in the area. It was vastly cheaper to fly to Helsinki and take the ferry than to fly to Tallinn, hence why visiting Helsinki consisted of little more than going from the airport to the ferry terminal. I decided to live life and take the
Having been at home for a while it was time to hit the road again. I wasn?t sure where, but being the summer then Iceland seemed a fine idea. When I suggested it to Gaz and he was up for it then a plan was made. Little over 72 hours later, we were on a Sunday morning plane to Reykjavik. It was less prep time than I?d normally have and meant that our low chance of finding a host in Reykjavik became close to 0, but that wasn?t a big issue. Iceland is probably the easiest country
I finally managed to leave Algeciras when my parcel arrived, and had the fortune of not having to wait for the second one as Jorge, my host in Algeciras, would be visiting Morocco himself a few days later. We arranged to meet up in Rabat and I was finally away. I’m writing this more than 8 months later, and have barely got any notes, so there’s not going to be much detail. Mainly pasting of the notes that I sporadically took.
I had a Warmshowers organised in Martil, but had to call
I was incredibly warmly welcomed in Algeciras, and Jorge and his intercambio friends made me feel so welcome. The parcel was posted on the 4th, and got to Heathrow by 5am on the 5th where it was handed to the overseas department. That was where the tracking ended (and while I write this on the 1st of May it still has no more information). According to the Royal Mail it should have arrived in 4 days, so I had hoped that it would have been there when I arrived on the Sunday, but if not then, then
From Seville it was south, through the official Pueblos Blancos, to the coast. Luis had originally put me in touch with his friend, but then in the afternoon his friend let me know that he?d been called to work and so wouldn?t be able to host me. A quick look at a map changed my route and so instead of climbing to Grazalema, the wettest place in Spain, it was instead along the Via Verde (much prettier than the one near Córdoba) and through Los Pueblos Blancos. The highlight of the
I stayed for a few days in Seville, thanks to my lovely host. He had plans to head out of town for a race, but was OK with leaving the key with me for the weekend. I went on a couple of walking tours, of which there are numerous in Seville (Sevilla in Spanish) but there was just something that Seville seemed to be lacking in comparison with Granada. Maybe it was the lack of snow-capped mountains in the background.
According to my tour guide, the oranges in Seville (which are what we in the UK make
The prettiness of Granada was capped with the look back on it with the snowcapped Sierra Nevadas looking rather majestic behind it which accompanied me the whole way to Loja. I was heading there next as there was another Warmshowers host, John, and I was eager to meet more. He’s an English teacher, with a lot of international experience, the most random being Sudan. A pleasure to hang out with and chat while he fixed his scooter and we sipped down cups of milky tea in pint glasses.