We’ve just arrived in Chisinau after a fuming bus journey from Odessa in Ukraine. We took extra care to avoid the territory of Transnistria, which covers most of the Ukrainian border. It seems to be locked in some sort of post-Soviet conflict with Moldova and we were advised not to receive any passport stamps there, despite the soothing soundtrack of “Moldavia” by Front 242.
Reliving history in Washington D.C.
"As I entered the heavily guarded Rotunda in the center, some of the most famous documents in the world laid before me."
Roaming in Valletta
"I passed the statue of Jean de Valette, the 49th Grand Master who laid the foundation stone to Valletta in 1566, to gaze at the golden interior of St. John’s Co-Cathedral, where he is buried in the crypt."
Alone in Kyoto
"I tried my best to sneak across the building, but the floor revealed me each time. I suppose I would make a lousy ninja."
The dark days of Sarajevo
"The city survived on the edge of annihilation and has started to recover, but the stone walls still seem to cry out in lament of all the horrible things they have seen."
A journey through Iran
"I woke up freezing on a Persian rug with aching back. Behind a corner I saw the damned rooster that kept me awake during many hours."
Eating my way through Basque country
"Not too bad to wash it all down with a local Txakoli, the young white wine typical of the Basque country."