Our commute to Ljubljana from Split was stressful to say the least. 10 hours on a coach without a toilet or A/C, one missed coach, a long 5 hour wait at Zagreb’s dusty bus station and another 3 hours on a second coach made up our incredible journey. (Read my tips on travelling Croatia to find out how to avoid making the same mistakes we did.) We eventually arrived in the city that no-one can pronounce and being welcomed by…
Croatia is one of Europe’s most beautiful holiday destinations. Quintessentially Mediterranean: a paradise of olive trees, waterfalls, beaches, fresh fish and endless sunshine. I spent a couple of weeks in Croatia this past summer and although I had never been previously that lured by the idea of visiting, I was shocked and blown away at how much beauty I found there. However, it is an extremely popular tourist destination, especially for other Europeans. So here’s how to best hold on…
For your first day on Hvar Island, check out my previous post where I suggest walking around the town of Stari Grad, including climbing up Glavica Hill to thoroughly explore one of the oldest towns in Europe before relaxing on a beach of your choice (we stayed on a beautiful pebbly pay in walking distance from the centre of town). On our second day I was still feeling pretty ill and the morning started off pretty miserably as after a…
The next morning I woke up in Hvar to find that my early night had had no beneficial effects on my brewing cold. I felt goddamn awful. My throat was inflamed, my glands were swollen, my nose blocked and my whole head felt like it was full of wool. It was really the opposite of how you’d want to feel on your first day exploring a new place. I crawled from the tent into the outside world fairly begrudgingly. There have…
As we left so early from Krka, by the time we arrived back in the bus station in Split, it was only about midday. We had the whole day, and nearly two weeks in front of us but still no concrete plans. The temperature had soared that day, my back was sweating under the immense weight of my backpack and I was starting to worry that we had no flights booked home, or any idea where we would even be…
The bus journey from Split to Sibenik was long and hot. There was no air-con or toilets and the coach seemed to stop every two minutes. The views of the Trogir Coast from the window and its glittering turquoise sea were a good enough distraction for a while as we sped our way to Krka. After some time, Josh read his book while I slept on his shoulder. I find it so easy to sleep on transport, as soon as…
It had been nearly eight weeks since I’d seen my boyfriend, Josh and arriving in Split airport, where we’d meet again I have to admit I was a little nervous. It had been the longest time that we’d ever been apart and after so much time of him only existing in memories and online, I was starting to forget that he was a real human being and more than just pixels on my screen. I kept imagining the moment that…
My last post focused on all places that are within walking distance of each other, however there’s more to London than those famous landmarks in the centre and once you’ve seen them, there’s way more to explore further out. This post will be split into four sections: North, East, South and West and I’ll share a couple of things from each zone. If you’re spending quite a long time in the big city, I’d recommend spending a day in each…
Although I’ve dedicated a large part of my blog to those beautiful places in the UK outside London that are often unfairly neglected and overlooked by tourists and the media, like the Yorkshire Dales, Newcastle, Northumberland and North Wales, there is a reason why the Big City is so popular. Along with New York and Paris, London is one of the most iconic cities in the world. The English capital is concentrated with gorgeous architecture and shrouded in fascinating history. After living…
You don’t need to have a degree to become fluent in a foreign language these days with so many resources at our fingertips with the internet. I’ve been learning French from a very young age, with my mum always wanting me to be bilingual she bought the ‘Muzzy’ language programme for me to watch as a kid, -hands up if anyone remembers good ol’ Muzzy- I always had a few French games scattered around the house and knew the very…