Like many aspiring diarists would understand, at one time or another the task of keeping the diary up to date starts to resemble a core more so than a joy. For me that moment has arrived, temporarily at least. So I shall endeavour to do some swift blogs in succession to catch up, apologies in advance for the suffering quality. The train ride from Sarajevo to Budapest was scenic but considering the rather short distances took an incredibly long time. We had two d...

Bosnia and Hervegovina, as is the country's full name, might be close to Croatia, but in so many ways it is a world apart. Basically as soon as our bus departed Dubrovnik and crossed the border into southern Bosnia clouds gathered over head, the temperature dropped and the landscape changed from crystal clear blue beaches to forest covered hills and winding rivers. The transformation was rapid. I was eagerly anticipating Sarajevo, the capital of Bosnia, if for n...

We caught an overnight train from Ljubljana to Split. We decided not to stop and have a look around Zagreb (the capital of Croatia) as we knew that days were limited and we had plenty we wanted to see ahead of us. The train was an uneventful trip if you ignored the sensational lightning display that we were caught in at about 11pm. The train was stationary for about 15 minutes waiting for the worst of the hurricane winds and rain to pass, and when it did we were ...

The journey to Slovenia from Trieste was supposed to be a pretty journey and stress free. It was in fact pretty, the scenery was stunningly picturesque, but as for stress free, that didn't eventuate. We caught the train from Trieste at about noon to get to Goriza, still on the Italian side of the border, then cross over the border into Slovenian soil at Nova Gorica, Slovenia. But due to a combination of bad directions and the language barrier Emily and I, carry...

Em and I departed France in grand style and at rapid speed thanks to the express TGV train that we had decided to catch to Milan, Italy. The TGV maxes out at about 200 mph (very fast indeed), I am glad to say that I have sat on one, although in truth the experience wasn't all that much different to any vline train you might catch back in Australia, just the view outside is more blurred. We were catching a train to Milan on way to Eastern Europe. We plan to head ...