Living in Bucharest: Week 2

Monday 5th – Sunday 11th March

I’ve now been living in Romania for 2 weeks but it feels like much longer. In a good way – I am starting to settle in. I still haven’t worked out the public transport but I have now been recommended a route to work that involves walking and the Metro and have managed to buy myself a Metro ticket. The language also still remains very much a mystery to me but I am slowly starting to recognise more words. I am also starting to recognise more places when I am wandering around. But the most important thing is that Bucharest is really starting to grow on me.

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Living in Bucharest: Week 1

Sunday 25th February – Sunday 4th March 2018

It’s always been on my life bucket list to live abroad, to learn a new language and experience a new culture and places, so when I had the opportunity at work to apply to one of the overseas offices I took it and applied to the office in Romania. The work I’d be doing sounded great and Eastern Europe is a part of the world I haven’t really explored, with the exception of a week in Croatia and about 36 hours in Prague. Luckily enough, I got it and so here I am in Bucharest for the next 6 months, working and exploring.

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Four days in Edinburgh

Sunday 28th – Wednesday 31st January 2018

When I first started work, I mourned the loss of my 3-month student summer when I had all the time in the world to travel. 25 days – with 2 weeks being the most I could likely take off at one time, if that – didn’t sound like nearly enough. But, as it turns out, if anything, I’ve found it hard to find the time to use it up. As my work’s holiday deadline approached, I booked 5 days off so I wouldn’t lose my holiday days. I had no idea what to do with it but I needed a break. As it was after Christmas, and not a time when anyone else could take annual leave, I looked into a solo trip to Iceland. It would be hideously expensive but I’ve always wanted to go. Then I started chatting to my parents but doing something with them. My Mum does not like flying which ruled Iceland out but we were able to find a closer place that we all wanted to go to: Edinburgh. I’d been to Scotland once before, to the RAF base at Lossiemouth, but apart from seeing the local beach (which was very nice) I didn’t really get to see much of the country, so this felt like my first real visit.  Continue reading “Four days in Edinburgh”

Four Highlights of Dublin

I do not pretend to be any kind of authority on Dublin. If you add together the total of my hours spent in the city, it would equal less than a week. Still, having been a couple of times now, I figure I can at least share my highlights: Continue reading “Four Highlights of Dublin”

Berlin Vol. 7: Five days of Christmas

Thursday 7th – 11th December 2017

Day One: Thursday

My Dad and I arrived for our 5,000th trip to Berlin into Schönefeld airport on Thursday afternoon. We hadn’t eaten much so a visit to Max and Moritz kebab shop was inevitable. I’ve had many a kebab in my time – in fact I’d perhaps even go so far as to call myself a kebab connoisseur – but these are my favourite and they’d be hard to top. Although I’d be happy to do the research. Whilst we had come to Germany for the Christmas markets, by the time we had landed and filled up on kebabs, we weren’t really feeling up for doing much. Instead we crashed out for a few hours before my Dad suggested dinner. I still wasn’t hungry after my tasty, tasty late lunch but I admitted we needed to leave the house.

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Italy Part 4: Milan Days Two and Three

Saturday 11th – Sunday 12th November 2017

The day started with toast. But not just any toast. Fancy Toast. This wasn’t just us getting creative with bread, it was a cafe round the corner.

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Italy Part 3: Milan Day One

Friday 10th November 2017

The next morning I had to leave The Boy and be up and out to catch a train to the airport for my flight to Milan. I threw some leftover bread, cheese and meat into a bag for breakfast and hot-footed it to the main train station. This time I did not go the wrong way and made it there relatively quickly. I felt bad about how needlessly far I’d dragged the Boy thanks to my inability to use Citymapper.

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