Even travellers get lonely By oneself... The ups and downs of travellers moving on. It is interesting travelling alone. There are things I absolutely love about it. I love turning up at a hostel and meeting new people. Some you click with, other you don't. If you click to hang out, look for each other at breakfast, the bar and do cool things. This trip that was April, Nora and Andehui in Turkey and Martin, Kevin and Neil and Anne Marie in Kyrgyzstan. You also...

A series of unfortunate events! So I have concluded Im staying at faulty towers! My hotel is well...has an ...aged look. I check in at the desk, all was looking proper and cared for. I get my key and head for my room. Now expectations were already low after lonely planet suggested the place wasn't worth stopping at. I turn the handle and it falls off in my hand. I chuckle to myself and push open the door and place the door k*** on the bed side cabinet. The ro...

An unwelcome guest He came in the stealth of night. The red mist of the blood frenzy clouding his vision. His senses were heightened as he heard the gentle rise and fall of relaxed breathing fill the room. The warm air of the summer breeze echoed through the open window the method of his secret entry by cover of darkness. His plan was simple,sneak in, do the job sneak out unseen. He waited assessing the seen ensuring there was no movement, no wakefulness no ...

For those of you who have seen the grand Budapest Hotel.... I'm staying there. If you haven't seen the film watch it! The concierge was a strange little man, who appeared to have become part of the family through a series of unfortunate events. A Manwel of sorts in distinctly Turkish garb. The place had a bohemian air about it grandiose dimensions sparkling bottle green shutters an ode to an unspeakable past and long forgotten time. Tiny little bottles of spa...

It was like stepping back In time, no cars, or motors, just horse drawn carriages and bicycles. Men dragging carts and people chilling on the beach. No sign of air con anywhere. Life is well... Slow, less than walking pace . As I sit looking at the glowing city of Istanbul about 30 miles away over the midnight blue water it amazes me how different it can be from the hustle and bustle I experienced this morning. The buildings are how I would imagine colonial Am...