Signaghi
25–28 oct. 2025, Georgia ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C
Cheese! Wine! Beans! Fresh bread! Never have two people been so thrilled about a change in culinary scene. We crossed the Azerbaijani border into Georgia and arrived in the medieval hilltop village of Signaghi. This is the heart of the Kakheti wine region and we celebrated our escape from grim food territories with three wine tastings and many plates of the national dish, khachapuri— a warm flat bread covered in salty, melted cheese. We paid £22 total for three nights of accommodation (maybe the cheapest private room we've had all year?), although we found out why it was so cheap. The room strongly recalled trying to share a chilly single bed in the Wolfson Annexe in Oxford, circa winter 2018. But hey ho, savings!
One of the first things we noticed on entry to Georgia is the number of EU flags flown alongside the national red-and-white crosses. Georgia aims to accede to the EU by 2030, but last year’s elections and Russian pressure have thrown those commitments into doubt. Though just one hour from the Azerbaijani border, it *feels* in Sighnaghi as though Europe isn’t that far off, with cobbled roads, an ancient citadel, good bread and cheese and a natural wine industry.
We started at Kerovani Wines and learnt about the qvevri method, which entails burying egg-shaped wine-casks underground to aid the fermentation process. The wines are mostly skin-contact ambers and reds so dark that they call one, Saperavi, ‘black wine’. We thought we knew a good bit about wines thanks to our year in Cape Town, but Georgian grapes are unlike anything we're familiar with. After the fall of the USSR, the vineyards in this region were divided up amongst the people working them, with the result that most families do a little wine production. We enjoyed the view and a cheese plate of such vastness that we could not finish it.
Since we're going to spend nearly three weeks in Georgia, we've made an effort to learn a bit more of the language in advance. Dan tried out his new vocab at the first tasting, trying to say "this is my favourite wine". The guy just laughed, before explaining that what Dan actually said was "This wine is my lover."
At our second tasting (Pheasant's Tears), Chelsea forgot her money pouch (safely returned the next day, 300GEL still intact). Then we walked up the hill to a brilliant viewpoint for our third tasting (Okro's Wines), where we made friends with a Thai-Chinese couple. The four of us got stuck into the chacha (local grappa). At 48% it was strong stuff and Chelsea apparently forgot our new friends weren't native English speakers, as she started to drop a few straightforward terms into the conversation like ‘volition’, ‘ubiquity’ and one of her favourite topics: ‘contemporary geopolitics’.
Apart from wine tasting, we enjoyed exploring the town and walked out to St Nino’s Bodbe Convent to see our first Eastern Orthodox church of the year. We also snooped around the parts of the citadel walls that are accessible and were thrilled with the views of the Caucusus mountains across the plains, snow caps just coming visible as the leaves turn.
Maybe we're jumping the gun with how excited we are about Georgia already, just because we finally had some nice meals after the culinary desert of Central Asia. But we're already pretty confident that "this country is my lover" 💗Leer más
Tbilisi
28 oct.–1 nov. 2025, Georgia ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C
Turns out, we weren't getting ahead of ourselves when we hyped Georgia so much in the last post: it really is *that* good.
We're obsessed with the capital, Tbilisi, having been here for four days. It's a beautifully edgy city, densely packed with coffee shops, tiny bars, vintage clothes stores, graffitied walls (mostly of the pro-Ukraine, pro-EU, 'Fuck Russia' variety), and tree-lined boulevards. It squeezes itself into the contours of the hills around the Kura River, with funiculars and cable cars ready to ferry you up to the hilltop viewpoints. You're always finding yourself gazing across unexpected city prospects.
At the same time, the buildings are all crumbling—it has been a steep uphill climb for Georgia to modernise over the last 30 years, since it was a brutally poor, post-Soviet hole. In the 90s, you would get robbed at gunpoint in Tbilisi for luxurious items like... jeans. It must have been a terrifying time, albeit with plenty of people walking around the streets in their underwear.
We learned this from the guide of our walking food tour, George. Is any country quite as obsessed with their patron saint as this one? Something like 1 in 5 men in this country are named George or Giorgi. Their flag features the St George cross, but they didn't think it sufficiently demonstrated how strong their love is, so they decorated it with four more flags of St George for the avoidance of doubt.
Guide George took us around the ‘new city’, which is misleadingly named because it was built by German and French architects in the 1800s and looks pretty historic. The ‘old city’ has more Persian influences, but George said not to go there because "70% of the people are scammers and the rest will overcharge you." We went there anyway, and it's... really nice? If this is a scam, count us in.
The German architects were the beginning of a fruitful relationship between Georgia and Germany, which continues to this day. Tbilisi has an active techno scene, a section of the Berlin Wall as a monument, and the vintage shops are filled with clothes brought back by Georgian tourists who have been on pilgrimage to Berlin. Dan has stocked up on his Deutsche aesthetic vintage outfits (see photos), which were useful for our visit to Fabrika, the artist hub in an old sewing factory which is the peak of Tbilisi's homage to Berlin.
Our last night here was Halloween, which Georgians celebrate very seriously. We didn't have costumes, but had a good scare when Dan bit down on a small rock in his falafel wrap 💀 the vender didn't give us a refund or really apologise, but did eventually bring out a small shot of chacha (Georgian grappa) on the house. We continued imbibing Halloween spirits at a few bars, before wandering into one which wasn't actually open to the public but was hosting a birthday party. Rather than asking us to leave, Natta and friends enthusiastically insisted we stay, and supplied us generously with cupcakes, good chat, and a neverending stream of additional chacha.
The highlight came when, around 1am, as we were saying how much we love Georgian food, we mentioned the spicy dip 'adjika'. A glint came into the eye of one of the party guests, who excitedly whipped a jar of adjika out of his pocket. This may seem stereotypical, but is apparently not a usual thing for a Georgian to have casually to hand, so his triumphant reveal had our whole group in hysterics.
We'll be back in Georgia in a few days, but first, we have a side-quest to complete in Armenia...Leer más
Yerevan
1–4 nov. 2025, Armenia ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C
The marshrutka driver from Tbilisi to Yerevan was definitely Armenian; very responsible on the Georgian side of the border, he reverted to his native, preferred driving style (aggressive, erratic, anti-gravity) as soon as we crossed onto his home soil. It’s no wonder that written on the back of every Armenian bus is the exhortation: BRAKE!
Armenia is the first (and only) country we're visiting this year with orange on the flag. A monumental milestone. We stayed 3 days in the capital, Yerevan, which was just enough time to get a measure of the country and see some of the main sights, including the Garni Temple, the Geghard Monastery, Symphony of Stones, Ararat Cognac Museum, and the Armenian Genocide Memorial.
Like the two other Caucasus countries we've already visited, Armenians are adamant that:
1) They have the most unique culture
2) They have the longest history of wine-making
3) They are the most oppressed nation in the region
In fact, Armenia does score pretty highly on all three counts. Firstly, they do have a unique culture, with their own alphabet, an extremely difficult-to-learn language, decent food, and beautiful landscapes. Both Kim K and Cher are Armenian, which tells you everything you need to know about their enthusiasm for plastic surgery, fillers, and Botox. Our walking tour guide proudly told us how Armenians had invented everything from ATMs to automatic gearboxes to US Dollars to the prophet Noah to Frank Sinatra. Impressive if true! We also bought some last minute tickets to watch a ballet at the cavernous Armenian National Opera House, which was... an experience to be remembered. The ballet, Cipollino, is about a little onion who rebels against the oppression of the evil Prince Lemon and arrogant Señor Tomato. If it sounds bizarre, it was. But also somehow good? We never thought we'd be emotionally invested in the romantic dance of a suave aubergine, but here we are. Cultured.
Point 2: they do have ancient wines, and especially brandy, which we tried at the Ararat Brandy Factory. Armenian cognac was Winston Churchill's favourite drink—he necked a bottle a day. They recommended a 'winter warmer' cocktail with cinnamon, honey and tea which we will absolutely be trying when we get home. On a related note: everything in Armenia is named Ararat. Restaurants, banks, hotels, clothing brands, even a significant number of men. Mount Ararat (where Noah supposedly landed his ark) is enormous and visible from viewpoints all across Yerevan. It's the symbol of the country... though it's actually just across the border in Turkey.
This brings us onto the third point: the Armenians have undeniably been more oppressed than their neighbours. This is obviously not the accolade you want, but is made more bitter because the Armenian Genocide still hasn't been acknowledged by most countries, more than a century later. Over 1.5mil people were massacred in 1915-18 by the Ottoman Turks, who also expropriated about half of Armenia's territory (including Mt Ararat) while much of Europe was distracted by WWI. One consequence is a huge diaspora, which is why twice as many Armenians live abroad today than in Armenia itself. This is still the most bitter sore in the country's history, and impacts on all their foreign policy. The borders with Turkey and Azerbaijan remain closed and fractious, Russia is their closest ally and economic benefactor, and their relations with Iran are surprisingly good (in an "enemy's enemy" way).
The Georgian border at least remains open, which is where we're returning to. We decided to catch the overnight train from Yerevan to Tbilisi, mostly so we could say that we caught the midnight train to Georgia. We’re going back to find a simpler place and time.Leer más

ViajeroAwesome! I did some research into Armenia's ancient mythology for a novel. It's very rich. (The unpublished book less so.)

ViajeroWorth a visit on any Caucasus trip (highly recommended!), and lots of sun worshipping in Armenia co once you get past the advent of Christianity - I suggest a writing retreat in Tbilisi for the next novel :)
Kazbegi
5–8 nov. 2025, Georgia ⋅ ☀️ 7 °C
From Yerevan, we caught the night train back to Tbilisi, which included a 2hr border check conveniently scheduled between 3-5am. We shared a cabin with a couple from Crimea who are Russian AND Ukrainian AND the husband has been drafted to the front if he ever goes home. Georgia is awash with people in this war limbo.
On early morning arrival in Tbilisi we immediately caught a marshutka north towards the Russian border, stopping along the way at the Russia-Georgia Friendship Monument (erected in 1983, looking pretty awkward now). Our destination was Kazbegi, a hiking region made famous by the Gergeti Church visible way up on the hill. Chelsea hiked as far as the church, while Dan proceeded on to the glacier. There he fulfilled all of Chelsea’s worst nightmares by accidentally sliding 5m down snow-covered mountainside towards a rocky ravine. Fun!
This area is the Koishaur valley from the novel ‘A Hero For Our Time’ by Mikhail Lermontov, which we’ve both read while sipping wine beneath the very mountains described. The valley only gets 60 days of clear weather a year, and we were ridiculously lucky to be there for three of them, with clear views of the church and Mt Kazbek, the third highest mountain in Georgia.
After getting electric shocks off the bed springs in our Yerevan accommodation, it was lush to be in a comfortable bed with a view and firepit. We met a lovely French couple who happened to be our neighbours both here in Kazbegi AND back in Tbilisi. We shared much khachapuri and saperavi, and the next day the four of us went for a waterfall hike before driving back to Tbilisi along the Georgian Military Highway, one of the most scenic roads in the world. We are absolutely besotted with this country.Leer más
Tbilisi (again)
8–12 nov. 2025, Georgia ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C
We loved this city so much the first time around, we decided to rejig our plans to squeeze in another four days here 🙌 (the big bath in our apartment may have also been a decision factor)
It's been a relaxed stop, with plenty of reading, writing, bathing, and forcing inordinate amounts of Georgian cheese down our gullets. Dan's birthday was this week, so Chelsea bought some candles to do a surprise dessert at dinner. Unfortunately, he had already stuffed himself with five plates of food in the main course, so we've had to postpone the cake celebration.
We took a daytrip to the small town of Gori, which is mainly famous for being the birthplace of Georgian national icon, Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili (aka Joseph Stalin). We walked along Stalin Street, through Stalin Park, to the Stalin Museum. As you can imagine, it was a very balanced and unbiased exhibition. Surely we're not the first people to note the irony of a mass murderer coming from a town called Gori?
After this, we caught a terrifying taxi piloted by a Deep Purple super-fan to Uplistsikhe, an ancient town carved into a hillside. None of the tourist maps made any sense, so we were mostly just pottering around climbing into holes and caves. But this is admittedly quite fun even without a history lesson.
The streets in Georgia (like all the Caucasus countries) are chock-a-block with cats and dogs. You'll see lots of photos in this post. We have to give a special shout-out to the resident dog at our apartment though: an extremely chunky boi of near-spherical proportions called Bobby, who we nicknamed Blobby. This naturally led to Blobby Williams, Blobber Baron, Blobster Thermidor, etc. Comment below with further options 👇Leer más

ViajeroThink we're going through Czechia then Germany, not Poland this time. We heard from some doctors that Poland is actually more expensive than Czechia nowadays 😅
Kutaisi
12–14 nov. 2025, Georgia ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C
We bid a fond farewell to the Blobber Baron and headed for the Tbilisi bus station, jumping on a surprisingly plush intercity coach to Kutaisi. We were even served a cup of tea! It’s not a Cambodian nasi goreng topped with a fried egg delivered in-situ, but serving tea at 100kms/hr is a feat not to be sniffed at. Kutaisi is a small city in the Imereti region of western Georgia, meaning it is the source of that good cheese we’ve been hoovering. Dan has gone up a belt notch, and Chelsea is dreaming about green vegetables. Two weeks of bread and cheese has done the job.
This has been the first of many short stops we’ve got this week as we start the sprint towards Europe proper. We whipped round the old town of Kutaisi which is one of the oldest inhabited places in the world. Jason and the Argonauts came through here on their quest for the Golden Fleece. This adventure is depicted in a massive, Soviet-style bas-relief by Bernard Nebieridze completed in 1982, near the Green Bazaar. Turns out every town between China and Turkey has a Green Bazaar. A more contemporary hero, the khachapuri queen of Imereti, Bebia Dali, is the inspiration for the mural ‘With Love’ by artist Sasha Korban. It’s a charming city, though a little quiet in the off-season.
We had a few brilliant recommendations from our Tbilisi friend Sebastian and worked our way through restaurants Gala, Palaty, and Café Foe-Foe, the last of which means ‘hoity-toity’. Dan settled in there to spend the day working on his novel. Chelsea walked around the city and stumbled across a Georgian band trying (and failing) to film a music video in the park. They’d get only about a minute into the song before an oblivious granny would wander through the set, obstinately ignoring crew entreaties and camera lines.
We’ve been charmed by the prevalence of live music in Georgian restaurants. If it’s a nice spot, there’ll be a vocalist and pianist at minimum, and occasionally a cellist as well. Our dinner of khachapuri, ojakhuri and gebzhalia was accompanied by a surprisingly stirring instrumental rendition of ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica (Dan misidentified this as Linkin Park 👎).
We’re back on the bus heading for the coast now, heavy mists blanketing the green and gold tea-fields of the Guria region all the way to the Black Sea.Leer más
Batumi
14–16 nov. 2025, Georgia ⋅ 🌫 15 °C
Our last stop in Georgia was the second-largest city, Batumi. This is the biggest port on Georgia's only coastline (the Black Sea), so the bay is full of huge carrier ships. It is also a slightly seedy party town, full of high-rise hotels, casinos, and new-build apartment complexes with Israeli, Russian and Emirati flags. But it's right on the Turkish border, so it makes sense for us to pass through here, and we managed to time our visit perfectly to coincide with an international rugby match being played in the local stadium.
Rugby is popular in Georgia because it resembles a folk tradition called 'lelo burti', in which two opposing villages compete once a year in an hours-long scrum to push a 16kg leather bag across a field. The number of players is unlimited, the game often crosses multiple rivers, and teammates often tap out for smoke breaks mid-game. This happens every Easter, so sadly we couldn't watch a lelo burti match this time, but we *did* get to watch Georgia thrash Canada at least. The national team are nicknamed the 'lelos' after the traditional game, and one of their chants goes 'lelo, lelo, Sakartvelo', which means 'try, try, Georgia'.
Other than the rugby, our stop in Batumi has just been a chance to work on some job applications, have a lie in, and prepare for the final sprint of the year. Although not cold, the fog was rolling in from the Black Sea and we can feel that we'll finally be facing winter weather soon. We have been so lucky throughout our time in the Caucasus, which has probably contributed to why we've loved visiting Georgia so much. It has been perfectly bright and crisp, with beautiful autumn colours for the last three weeks in the region, clear views through the mountains, and ideal temperatures for walking around and seeing the sights. We are also (as regular readers will be bored of hearing by now) obsessed with the food. Once we get a house sorted in the UK, expect plenty of Georgian dishes on rotation if you come to visit us for dinner.
We were told by of the people we met that Georgians will put a cross on absolutely anything, to express their Christian faith. Crosses on flags, clothes, cakes, hats, vehicles, mountainsides, whatever. We noticed that, inadvertantly, our travel tracker in this app has left a cross on Georgia. Our parting gift to the country that has treated us so well! 🇬🇪Leer más
Soviet Asia in review
17 de noviembre de 2025, Black Sea ⋅ 🌬 18 °C
Southeast Asia was cheap, chaotic and tropical. East Asia was modern, organised and densely-packed. By contrast, the latest chapter has been expansive, adventurous, and at times unhinged. We weren't sure what to call this section—'Central Asia and the Caucasus' is a bit of a mouthful (though perhaps a band name?). 'Silk Roads' is cute, but without including Western China, Iran or Turkey it feels a bit wrong (we're blasting through Turkey quite quickly and it doesn't feel fair to compare). We settled on the one thing these seven countries all have in common, and which was definitely a theme throughout the last eighty days: their complicated history with Russia.
Let's unpack the layers of our tour through the former USSR! 🪆
Most Russian: Kazakhstan 🇰🇿
Every former Soviet has taken a slightly different path, with Georgia being the most anti-Russia, Armenia being extremely pro, and the rest sitting somewhere between. Kazakhstan is the one that felt most like a stereotypical Russian experience though. It was the dumping ground for exiles from across the USSR, meaning it's full of ethnic Poles, Ukrainians, Koreans, Cossacks, etc. Kazakhstan produces the best Russian vodka, launches all the Russian space missions, and has the longest border with Russia. Most Kazakhs speak Russian, there are old babushkas doddering around everywhere, and the food is mostly soup, pickles and bread. It's also, like Russia, enormous.
Most Bizarre: Azerbaijan 🇦🇿
This is a very competitive category. We've been gifted chunks of lamb wrapped in tissue paper, drunk fermented horse milk, heard how Armenians claim to have invented the US Dollar, ridden yaks, and much more. But for sheer unbalanced weirdness, Azerbaijan takes the crown. An astoundingly rich country, mostly below sea level, which somehow still feels like three goats in a trenchcoat pretending to be a legitimate cultural leader. It's half Bahrain, half Borat. They have a museum shaped like a carpet and another dedicated to the world's smallest books. It is a point of national pride that, until 100 years ago, you could squelch crude oil right out of the ground with your feet. You can look at some of the world's oldest petroglyphs, and if you turn 180⁰, stare at the inmates of a maximum security prison in the middle of the national park. They make excellent wines, but the district the best grapes come from is called 'Mud Volcanoes'. It's a bonkers place.
Best Outdoors: Kyrgyzstan 🇰🇬
Similar to Kazakhstan but smaller and more democratic (a rare political luxury in the region). There's a reason so many travel influencers on TikTok and Instagram are going to Kyrgyzstan: it is ruggedly beautiful, with mountains, lakes and canyons to rival anywhere else in the world. The infrastructure is rapidly improving, so it's surprisingly accessible while still feeling like you're off the beaten track. We were lucky enough to get there in late September, just at the end of the tourist season, because from October to April the best bits are largely inaccessible due to snow. For us, the roads were blocked only by monumental herds of livestock. If we were to give a second award out here, it would be 'Most Sheep in the Road'.
Most Underrated: Armenia 🇦🇲
Locked in by enemies in almost all sides, and constantly the geopolitical punching bag of the region, Armenia has had it pretty tough. We thought it might just be a flying visit to tick off the list. But our four days in Yerevan were surprisingly good, with beautiful mountains, a proud and historic culture, and excellent Armenian brandy and wine. The food is not quite Georgian level, but pretty strong—the Georgians will be horrified to hear we actually had the best khachapuri of the year in Armenia. The tourist infrastructure still leaves something to be desired, but we wouldn't be surprised to see Armenia coming up as an edgy alternative travel destination in the next few years.
Best Value: Uzbekistan 🇺🇿
While we had some mixed feelings about the tourism culture here, it was definitely the cheapest country we visited. It was also the easiest 'Stan to navigate, with the best public transport, internet coverage and payment infrastructure. As the main 'Silk Road' nexus in the region, Uzbekistan has the most interesting and beautiful cities in Central Asia, with stunning architecture in Samarkand, Bukhara and Khiva. It was a shame Dan was ill for a big chunk of our visit, but Uzbekistan is fairly relaxed and comfortable, so it was better to be sick there than elsewhere in the region. If you wanted to visit one country in Central Asia, this is the best starting point.
Biggest Adventure: Tajikistan 🇹🇯
Expensive visas, an extremely under-developed economy, paucity of transport options and extremely difficult terrain make Tajikistan the hardest nation in the region to visit (baring Turkmenistan, which we abandoned due to cost and politics). Tajikistan is definitely the most 'off the beaten track' country we've visited all year. Our journey took us hundreds of kilometres along the Afghan border, hugging the cliffs along dirt roads high above ravines, over passes and on hikes as high as 4,655m above sea level. The driving was terrifying, the food was terrible, the views were breathtaking. A once in a lifetime experience.
Favourite Country: Georgia 🇬🇪
No surprise for anyone who has been following our posts. Just as Japan dominated our experience in East Asia, we've found Georgia to be head and shoulders above the rest of the region. It has the best food by a country mile, and some of the best wine we've ever tasted (which is saying a lot)! It's worth saying that Central Asian food in general is grim —Georgia is the only country in the region with a cuisine that can actually compete with the rest of the world’s stand out cuisines. It has the best city (Tbilisi), and a huge variety of things to do packed in a small country. We love the mountains, we love the people, we still have so much we didn't manage to do in our 18-day tour, and we will be back!Leer más
Istanbul
19–25 nov. 2025, Turquía ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C
From Batumi we caught a coach down the Black Sea coast into Turkey, surviving maybe our worst land border this year. Two hours of chaos, people fighting in the queue, crying, panic attacks, the lot. We were through extremely quickly once we reached the immigration officials, but man, Turkey is putting that EU money to work on Project Fortress Europe.
We had a short stop in Trabzon, but like Emperor Hadrian we had better things to do and quickly moved on to Istanbul (well, as quick as a 19hr bus can be). Here we met Chelsea’s parents for a family reunion, working on our step counts, petting cats and coughing up second-hand smoke. Even against stiff competition, Turkey has treated us to the most cats and cigarettes of any country this year.
On our first night we sought out a vegan Turkish place and over-ate on salmas. We repeated this a few days later on a food tour of Balat, a cool neighbourhood with local stores and eateries. The major find here was ‘çig kofte’, a spicy bulgur wheat paste wrapped in a lettuce leaf. We also had ‘stuffed mussels’, which we nicknamed street clams due to their ubiquity as a late-night post-pub snack, and of course kasarli pide (cheesy bread!). One of the joys of traveling overland is discovering how cuisines mutate across geography. Khachapuri becomes pide becomes pitta becomes pizza as Asia transitions into Europe.
We sought out a Georgian restaurant to share our enthusiasm with Andrew and Charmaine, but the wine was far too expensive and they didn’t have a license to serve chacha so it was a somewhat subdued affair. Inflation has hammered Turkey in recent years, and we were surprised that it was as expensive as it was, though some of that will have been the tourist tax of wandering around central Istanbul. We resorted to saving money on dinner a couple of times by going to a fast food shack selling enormous baked potatoes (Dan was the architect of this plan, obviously).
Walking down the main drag of Istiklal St, you cannot help but notice women’s noses shaved, tapped and plugged, their eye sockets deeply bruised. And men with the dotted and bloody scalp of hair plugs. Dan shaking luscious blonde locks out of his man bun seemed particularly cruel given the proliferation of insecure men visiting Istanbul. Nowhere has cosmetic surgery been so obvious, though fillers, Botox and inflatable chests have proliferated in ever greater numbers since Almaty. Turks and Armenians may hate each other but they really have a lot in common when it comes to mutilating their own (and other people’s) faces.
Istanbul is more than just a medical tourism destination. It’s also the former capital of the Byzantine and Ottoman empires. Consequently, it has ancient walls (Chelsea loves an old wall) and incredible palaces. Dolmabahce Palace is perhaps the sleeper hit of all the landmarks we've visited on our travels. Of course Istanbul is also famous for gorgeous mosques, especially the famous Hagia Sophia and Blue Mosque, which we visited on our last day. Turns out though that the Suleymaniye Mosque is even bigger, older and better (we had skipped it by the time we learned this 🥲). We’re already planning a return trip.Leer más
Plovdiv
25–28 nov. 2025, Bulgaria ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C
After 11 months of travel, we've finally reached Europe 🇪🇺🤩 And we're kicking it off in style with our first stop, the extremely well-known metropole of Plovdiv, Bulgaria!
What, you haven't heard of Plovdiv, European Capital of Culture 2019, and arguably the oldest city on the continent?!
Well that's your loss, because Plovdiv is very cute. We spent two days enjoying the Roman ruins, vintage clothes shops, impressive street murals, and bougie vibes in the Kapana culture district. We gobbled a fancy dinner at a French restaurant (it felt appropriate to celebrate our re-entry to the EU).
We got great views from the top of Nebet Tepe, one of Plovdiv's ancient hilltop settlements (over 6,000yrs old), and Chelsea spotted a billboard that sparked our imagination... watch the video and you'll understand.
The weather has been cool and crisp, and the vibe is very relaxed—the city doesn't seem to be on anyone's tourist radar (we can see from the Christmas preparations though that they're expecting a bit more bustle in December). Overall, Plovdiv has given us a restful couple of days after the intensity of Istanbul. Now, we're excited to finally activate our Interrail passes and cover some serious train kilometres.Leer más
Sofia
28 nov.–2 dic. 2025, Bulgaria ⋅ 🌧 5 °C
Bulgaria’s capital is underrated and overlooked in European tourism. We arrived on the train, emerging from the mists into a station straight out of 1984. In fact, much of Sofia feels frozen in time, from the retro trams to the currency to the communist apartment blocks. Our Airbnb had an old wooden lift, big enough for maybe 1.5 people, with no lights inside—we used it once and then took the stairs the rest of the time.
The Red Flat is another reminder of Sofia’s past, an apartment-as-museum preserving the entire contents of a communist-era home, including furniture, illicit Western records, clothes, cube TV, VEF radio, school books, toys, and family photo albums. It only has four rooms, so the audio tour requires you to sit still in the same spot quite a lot. This leads to the amusing sight of 30 tourists sitting silently with headphones and occasionally shuffling between the dining room and kitchen.
We enjoyed four days of rattling around the city on the renovated ‘80s-style trams, eating hot banitsa (cheese & sauerkraut pastry) and admiring the architecture. The St Alexander Nevsky cathedral is particularly beautiful, and richly painted inside... no photos permitted though, so you'll just have to visit Sofia yourselves. Apart from churches though, most of Sofia comprises blocks of grungy, communist-era architecture. It's full of tucked away bars, foodie finds, thrift stores, cafes and great street art. We enjoyed wandering around the central neighbourhoods spotting murals, and trying not to think too much about the unimaginative graffiti from Levski Sofia's neo-Nazi SW99 hooligans 😬
Like most European capitals, Sofia has jumped on the Christmas market train. There is money to be made in vats of mulled wine and kilometers of twinkle lights. We visited both the smaller ‘German Christmas Market’ and the larger ‘Sofia Fest’. Neither was too busy, although they look ready to pick up over the next few weeks. We also went on a Balkan Bites food tour organised, much to our amusement, by a woman from Joburg (though of Bulgarian heritage). She was one of many mildly insane people working in tourism in Sofia, along with the barista with a cutesy voice three octaves outside normal human range, and the lady working in the board game cafe who served us with all the manic anxiety of a sitcom character who has a dead body hidden in the back room.
On our last night in the city, our tram home from the Christmas market got stuck in a 40,000-strong anti-government protest. Bulgaria is joining the Euro in January, but it's one of Europe's poorest countries, with rising cost of living, and has had a series of short-term, unstable governments since 2020. Chelsea insisted we did not need to add ‘riots in the Balkans’ to our list of narrow escapes for the year, so we abandoned the tram and walked home the long way round, encountering a lot of heavily armed police on the way.
Setting aside the protest though, Sofia is grungy and edgy, with interesting heritage and excellent public transport. It would be a brilliant long weekend trip from the UK, with minimal crowds and cheap flights. Highly recommend!
We have a few more days in Bulgaria, with both of us scheduling in job interviews between sightseeing adventures. It’s much much colder now, so Dan bought a moulting scarf that litters his increasingly voluminous beard with blue fluff, while Chelsea has invested the vast sum of £20 in a deeply ridiculous thrift store coat. We may look silly but we are warm.Leer más
Veliko Tarnovo
2–4 dic. 2025, Bulgaria ⋅ 🌫 5 °C
We caught another one of Bulgaria's heavily graffitied trains to the old capital of Veliko Tarnovo. This is definitely one of the less well-known places we've visited this year, but the trains around here are quite slow, so it was handy to break up our journey towards Romania.
Turns out, this was actually a great decision. We only spent a day and a half here, which was enough, but it's a cute old town built on a river bend, with an old historic fortress swathed in mist at this time of year. Very atmospheric, definitely worth the stop!
The local buses in VT (as we're now calling it) operate on a slightly opaque system, where they don't say where they're going and there's no obvious way to pay. You just get on board, and a woman with no visible bus company identification accost you for money and gives you what appears to be a raffle ticket. But it's a very cheap raffle ticket, at least.
We visited the ancient Tsarevets Fort, arriving in the morning to buy tickets. Dan asked the lady at the concession stand whether we were the first people to visit that day. She just laughed and laughed. Once we entered, utterly alone of course, we were followed around loyally by a fat black cat who despite his substantial girth apparently hadn't seen any humans for a while. Chelsea dubbed him 'Chunkle'.
It seems we've caught Bulgaria at a particularly quiet time—a bit too late for the end of the autumn tourism, and too early for the Christmas crowds. We were however in town at just the right time to see an Avatar-themed abseiling performance... it must be a Dec 2nd tradition around here. Otherwise, it is very quiet in these parts. The country is just about to transition to the Euro which should bring in more people in future. But the quiet suits us just fine! Bulgaria has loads to offer and we've really enjoyed our 9 days of cold exploration. This stop in VT has been a good rest, before we head north to the (presumably even colder) interior of Romania 🥶 the last three weeks of the trip start now!Leer más

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Joburg question: do you feel safe in these cities, or like you might be conned or marauded or kidnapped by a gang? Do you get by with English and are people welcoming or suspicious?

ViajeroHaven’t felt properly Joburg-level unsafe anywhere this year. Alice Springs gets a bit hairy on the weekend, Bangkok was a bit grotty, and we had a minor online accom scam in Malaysia, but otherwise and touch wood, most cities have been fine - no threat of gangs, marauding or kidnapping all year! I have expected Europe to be a bit less safe, theft-wise, than Asia was, but so far, so good!
Bucharest
4–7 dic. 2025, Rumania ⋅ ☁️ 10 °C
After accidentally boarding a train in the wrong direction—adding four hours to our journey and an extra coach across the Bulgarian-Romanian border—we arrived in Bucharest. The Romanian capital is a city of contrasts. It has a small, 19th-century baroque old town surrounded by communist-era brutalism, dotted with reminders of Romania’s position as a buffer country, including the caravanserai housing the Manuc Inn, and Byzantine-inspired churches. Chelsea has been reading Olivia Manning’s novel The Great Fortune, which captures the ‘Paris of Eastern Europe’ culture of inter-war Bucharest, and you can still spy vestiges of this heritage in the old town architecture. Our main purpose here was social though: friends from Sydney, Cat & Eduardo, were in town to celebrate Edo’s 40th birthday. We arranged to coincide on our way through, and utterly destroyed our organs and vocal chords in the process.
We checked out the Christmas market, visited the National Palace (the heaviest building in the world!), and took a walking tour of the city’s history and architecture. Bucharest was the seat of power for Vlad the Impaler (inspo for Stoker’s Dracula), and Ceaușescu, the Communist dictator ousted in ‘89. The city was heavily bombed in WWII, and almost all of what was left was destroyed in the communist period to enable vanity infrastructure projects. Still, there are some beautiful old banks, hotels, libraries and churches, gorgeously festooned with lights and Christmas ribbons at this time of year.
Bucharest’s old town is crammed with restaurants, bars, shisha lounges, and clubs. These can be hit-and-miss, mostly catering to a seedier clientele, with lookie-look guys lurking creepily (lurky-lurk guys?) on every street in their synthetic black puffer jackets. The nightlife is consequentially something of a sausage fest. No matter, Cat and Chelsea have enough dance moves to go around, and we hit the tiles every night, joined by additional friends from London, Hamburg, and Rio. The weekend concluded with Dan crawling into the hostel at 7.45am on Sunday. He was then promptly awoken for check out at 10.30, and bundled onto a train. Chelsea is a month off the sauce and has used this stop to research the optimal number of espressos to sustain the requisite vibes. On five she can go until 3am. On six, her heart begins to beat a little too fast and she has to lie down.
We’ve got a week left in Romania and are very much looking forward to the quiet of the mountains and not sleeping in a dorm with 15 snoring men.Leer más

ViajeroIf you're not vampired out, Dan Simmons did an interesting early-90s take on Caucescu vs Dracula in post -Communist Bucharest in Children of the Night. A brave and valuable choice to go sauceless, especially amid such festivity! Good luck!
Transylvania
7–13 dic. 2025, Rumania ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C
Our taxi driver to Bucharest train station told us that he used to work in a kitchen, until he started "throwing pans", as if this is a common symptom. He deposited us safely enough at least. Dan was suffering with an almighty hangover and provided very little logistical help, beyond serving as a pack-mule.
Next stop, Transylvania. It seemed like an apt place to visit for a few cold, wintry days. This is the birthplace of Vlad the Impaler, or Vlad Dracul ('the dragon') in Romanian, inspiration for the vampire legend. Around here they know him fondly as "our Vlad", a heroic ancient king who defended the land against the Ottomans and presided over a period of very low corruption. Although the reputation for impaling probably did a lot to deter criminals.
Unfortunately, we picked up some kind of bug in Budapest (not just Dan's alcohol-related woes) and spent the last few days unwell in bed. In Brasov, the largest city in Transylvania, we managed to crawl out of bed a few times just enough to enjoy walking around the beautiful old town, Christmas market and medieval battlements. They have the most enormous Christmas tree in the town centre, which we think is maybe 40m tall. After discovering a Romanian, potato-based, fast food chain called Cartofisserie, Dan was adamant that he needed to 'feed the fever'. But otherwise this was mostly a recovery stop amongst beautiful surroundings.
We were 70% recovered by the time we reached Sighisoara, another medieval town full of old Gothic architecture. By the second day, we had enough energy to visit the world's largest wooden spoon collection, inspect the giant red baubles hanging on the trees (spoiler: yoga balls wrapped in red fabric), and even test our puzzle skills at a Transylvanian escape room. We had a very brief stop in Sibiu for an afternoon and enjoyed the most comprehensive Christmas market so far, eating Langos, Kurtosh and Placinta before jumping on a late train out of Romania.
All in all, we absolutely love this part of the world. The buildings are incredible, the scenery is evocative, and the food is surprisingly Italian. Not having a car, we feel we've missed a few of the best bits of Romania—but that definitely makes it a future holiday priority. Maybe next time with some wheels, warm weather, and a clean bill of health.
This was our last 'slow stop' of the year. Now for a sprint through four European countries in eleven days on our way back to the UK!Leer más
Budapest
13–16 dic. 2025, Hungría ⋅ ☁️ 3 °C
With the end of the year in sight, but faced by the expensive cities of Europe, we're doing our utmost to keep within our (arbitrary) budget target. This meant opting out of a €100 sleeper cabin from Transylvania to Hungary, and paying only €6 for the privilege of sleeping upright in our seats. On arrival, we straggled blearily from the train onto the early morning streets of Budapest, dropped our bags off at a mega hostel and went for a long walk to stretch out our aching joints. There are some real benefits to doing this sort of thing when you’re 21, not 31, and we are not reaping them.
We’re both still battling the head cold that seems to be afflicting all of Europe, but our dorm beds were comfortable and we are feeling cheerful. Budapest is very beautiful at this time of year, and we visited four Christmas markets over three days, as well as the usual sites: Parliament, Gellert Hill, Buda Castle, Fisherman’s Bastion, St Matthias Church, the Shoes on the Danube, the Dohány St Synagogue, the Basilica, and crucially, the Michael Jackson Memorial Tree. We spent three days in Hungary and neither of us made a 'hungry' pun, which is how you know we are bona fide, moustache-twiddling, sophisticated travellers.
We had a good night out at Szimpla Kert (the 'Ruin Bars'), eschewing the wider dance floor for a blues gig in a back bar. We dubbed the band ‘Bluedapest.’ Much to Chelsea’s amusement, every time she went to the loo, a woman in the crowd put the moves on Dan. This included circling his waist from behind, saying she just wanted a hug and asking whether he’d consider ‘abandoning your girlfriend for the night’. Sadly, he doesn’t have a girlfriend, only a fiancée, and so had to decline.
We’ve both visited Budapest before, Dan on an educational tour when he was 17 and Chelsea on a girls’ trip 7 years ago. But we're really glad we made time to come back through, because this place never stops being beautiful, and neither of us visited in December before. The city glams up for the festive season, with twinkle lights and Christmas decorations everywhere.
Budapest also has a rich Jewish history, and our visit coincided with Chanukah. It has been a poignant stop for that reason, as we're processing what happened in Sydney. But seeing the Jewish community out celebrating on the streets was a valuable antidote to the horrible news. The Jewish quarter also has the best veggie restaurants in Budapest, meaning we could get vegetarian goulash on our last night—as usual, and in a very Jewish tradition, good food solves everything.
That's all our time in Hungary, as we jet closer to home. We’re giving the Interrail passes a proper workout today by crossing three countries, abandoning the Danube for the delights of the Vltava...Leer más
Prague
16–19 dic. 2025, Republica checa ⋅ ☁️ 0 °C
Where to stay in Prague? We based our decision primarily on how good the pun was in the name of the hostel, which is how we ended up at the exceptionally titled 'Czech Inn'. On our first night, a big group of Italian men moved into our dorm room at 1:30am, and then all woke up to simultaneous alarms and checked out at 4am. Perfetto! Luckily this is the last hostel dorm we're staying in this year, so our final five nights should be more restful.
We're somewhat retracing the steps of Dan's 'Kayitz' Jewish education tour from 2011, during which he visited London, Budapest, Prague and Berlin (although swapping Berlin for a substitute German city for geographical ease). In that spirit, we wandered around the old synagogues and cemeteries of the Josefov Jewish quarter. Prague's Jewish cemetery is ancient, but was never able to expand sideways, and since Jewish law forbids moving buried bodies, they had to just bury people on top of previous graves. They poured more soil on top, raised the headstones, and layered the graves (not unlike our experience in certain hostels this year). All of which means there are tens of thousands of graves in a relatively small space, with headstones stacked on top of one another. It's an intense but peaceful place.
We pottered around the Christmas markets, old town square, castle, Charles Bridge, Kafka museum, and Wenceslas Square, enjoying the winter lights and plenty of hot drinks to ward off the cold. We are very grateful for the long-johns we bought in Kyrgyzstan. We found Prague more beautiful but also more touristy than Budapest—a big claim, because Budapest is very beautiful and very touristy itself.
One extra exciting piece of news from Prague was an update on Chelsea's job hunt... she's accepted a role starting in January! Which means she can stop thinking about interviews, and instead of taking a break, start thinking about other aspects of the future, like how to get all our books from Bristol to London 😂 Woohoo! 🎉🎉🎉Leer más

ViajeroTransylvanian architecture is very influenced by Austro-Hungarian style, so Prague is also drawing on the same playbook!
Leipzig
19–21 dic. 2025, Alemania ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C
From Prague we caught a series of increasingly delayed trains, arriving eventually in Leipzig after many announcements blaming the delays on trains coming from ‘other lands’. Despite the inadequacies of neighbouring countries’ timetabling, the DB trains are extremely comfortable and it is a delight to be in Central Europe, finally. This year we’ve met people from all over the world, and pretty much everyone from this region has played fast and loose with defining the boundaries of Europe, particularly Western Europe. Some think Poland and even Kyiv are in Western Europe 👀. Where *does* Western Europe begin and end? Please share your geographical opinions in the comments.
This stop has been an absolute treat as we dropped into Leipzig to visit Julia, a university friend of Chelsea’s, and her partner Luis. They have perhaps the most comfortable sofa bed in the world. We ate homemade flammkuchen and local pastries, and schupfnudeln, kartoffelpuffer, gluhwein, handbrot, vegan currywurst & bratwurst at the German Christmas markets. We explored Leipzig’s beautifully restored city centre and grungy, artsy bars. We made one faux pas by bringing ‘Bavarian Blue’ cheese into the house, but we conceded that Bavarians are *the worst* and were quickly forgiven.
Leipzig has had a glow up in the last fifteen years (we are told), and so much of the city we saw has been restored and now appears to be gorgeously maintained. There are so many great independent bookshops, tchotchke and trinket stores, music venues and cafés. GDR socialist architecture abuts 19th century style. It’s definitely a future return trip for the summer.
This was our penultimate stop, and a good rest. We also found that this is the first stop since Darwin where locals don’t assume we’re foreigners based on our appearance, and Dan is just average height—we look like everyone else. Dan has been attempting to sustain this verisimilitude in cafés by ordering in German, very proud of his accent and familiarity with the first ten numbers. Follow-up questions prove somewhat more difficult.
Hoping our final accommodation is warm, since with only three days to go, Dan has lost his pyjamas. We are in good spirits and looking forward to one more stop!Leer más
Amsterdam
21–24 dic. 2025, Países Bajos ⋅ ☁️ 5 °C
Since we're book people, it's inevitable that we would be looking for narrative closure at the end of our journey. For the last three days in Amsterdam, we've been hyper-aware of threads that bring together the themes and patterns of the year.
Melbourne, our first stop, was our most southerly. This final stop in Amsterdam is the furthest north we’ve been. Sydney was the most easterly city, Bristol will be the furthest west we go. The first friend we made on the road this year, in Coober Pedy, was Dutch (shout-out Kim 💞), and we reunited with more Dutch friends, Gillian & Martijn whom we met hiking in Kyrgyzstan, for our last dinner in Amsterdam. We spent the end of January in Indonesia sipping Bintangs, and the end of December doing the same on the other side of the world. Turns out Indonesian food is excellent in Amsterdam, because *colonialism*.
Neither of us has visited the Netherlands before. It turns out Amsterdam is a great place to wrap up (in every sense: it is very cold right now). Since Dutch is very close to Afrikaans, Chelsea has been taunted by all the conversations that she can't *quite* understand. When she tries with Afrikaans, the locals understand her but only like you might half-understand a character from a Shakespearean play. The placement and purpose of ‘het’ in Dutch appears to have changed wildly in the last 400 years. Still, she managed to order us breakfast (thankfully a present tense meal) and the waitstaff did not revert to English, though everyone in Amsterdam speaks it perfectly.
We stayed at the Train Lodge, a retired sleeper train converted into a hostel. This has served to increase our longing for normal sized beds. Since Dan lost his pyjamas in Leipzig, he has been sleeping shirtless in green long-johns instead. This is fine, until he has to sneak out of the cabin to go to the bathroom at night, looking like some kind of perverted satyr.
Speaking of perverted satyrs, we enjoyed a visit to the Rijksmuseum to see all the debauchery painted by Rembrandt and the Dutch masters. We also strolled through the red light district at 11am, which has an oddly jolly Christmas feel. Festively sordid.
We tried stroopwaffel, oliebollen, and appelflappen at the Albert Cuyp market, mostly for the names. Since we're so close to home and don't have to worry about packing space any longer, Dan indulged in a new coat at the vintage shop. He then spotted a beautiful bird at the roadside, and took loads of photos, only to later discover that it was just a starling—they are common across all of Europe, South Africa and Australia. We have literally never lived anywhere where these birds aren't abundant. Perhaps Dan was just a bit carried away with the excitement of buying a new coat 🤦♂️
The other less jolly activity we squeezed in was a visit to the Anne Frank House. It's been a strange couple of weeks, spending Chanukah travelling through eastern and central Europe, where you can't get away from the spectre of the Holocaust. It has been a poignant time, and we're ready to get back to our families and friends again.
Expect one last post in a few days with our final thoughts on the whole year. We're currently zooming back on the Eurostar, hoping to make it to Bristol in the late afternoon, British Rail depending. Happy holidays everyone, and for those in the UK, we can't wait to see you very soon!Leer más
Bristol
24–25 dic. 2025, Inglaterra ⋅ ⛅ 4 °C
It's over! We're back in Bristol, having arrived at Dan's parents' house at 5pm on Christmas Eve. It's been a 350-day trek starting in January and covering 67,000km across 28 countries—but we're bringing this neverending journey to an end at last. You're finally safe from our notifications.
We caught the Eurostar from Amsterdam, switched trains in London (pausing for fish and chips, of course), and then rode the miraculously empty and punctual GWR back to Bristol in the first-class carriage. Unexpected perk of the Interrail passes! Now we have a couple of weeks getting our shit together (and honestly, just enjoying access to a bath and the rest of our wardrobe) before restarting our lives again in London.
That's basically it. If you're a regular reader you will already have seen most of our notes from the year, and if you have a conversation with either of us any time in the next 70 years you can expect to hear more about it. So we won't blather on here, when we should all be celebrating the new year with our friends and families. We'll see you all in 2026! 🌏🗺️🤩Leer más

ViajeroThat was an epic trip and such a regular highlight in my year. Thanks for your generosity in posting and inviting me to follow. Follow I did! Good luck getting back into the different pace of life and if you're ever near Warwick, I'll buy you a beer.
























































































































































































































































































































































































































































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