For some reason, people on sleeper trains are some of the kindest you will meet.
The media loves big, exciting, daring adventures and expeditions.
One day we climbed a hill. Slipping and sliding through the mud past great iron wood trees draped with vines until the breeze wafted through the understory and we could climb no higher.
A whirlwind tour of Eastern Europe.
Perhaps rightly so, we were a little apprehensive of passing through Kosovo on our journey from London to Istanbul. In fact, given recent unrest in the Northern area around Mitrovica we had decided to avoid the country all together.
After spending the preceding months counting things in the Amazon and trawling through hours of footage in Oman, I confess to wanting some sort of holiday.
A few weeks ago I posted ten interesting photos as ranked by those clever folks at Flickr. I didn't really agree with them, in fact, I think a lot of those photos are quite dull..
The more you know, the saying goes, that more you realise you know nothing. The same is true for traveling, I think..