So like in Istanbul, the everpresent travel-cold that had been with me basically this entire trip finally abruptly devolved into oh-fuck-I’m-really-sick, so this is mostly just a photodump since I tried to avoid interacting with people as much as I … Continue reading
I had no idea what to expect from Plovdiv. The name sounds so heavy and gloomy — because of plodding, I’m sure, but it’s one of the oldest cities in the world, so, you know, why not. And as often happens with … Continue reading
A week ago tomorrow I waved farewell to the waters of Venice and hopped on my last Flixbus (until, like, next Thursday, anyway) to Rome. The bus had the absolutely appalling gall to not have decent wifi — what is this, … Continue reading
Sunday morning (Sunday? What the hell day is it anymore?) I finally put my fucked up sleeping patterns to use and wandered around the Old Town in actual daylight! I know Old Town was pretty much decimated in WWII, but … Continue reading
Dudes, this city really is gorgeous. I biked down to Boulevard Saint Jean to find the fucking Inter-Marché that was supposedly there (and by supposedly, I mean it totally was, but for some reason I rode past it like six … Continue reading
