Andrew Jerome
I was born in Newcastle, Australia but now live in Adelaide, Australia with my husband Ted.
I currently work as a Flight Attendant for Qantas, and as an ESL teacher.
I have traveled to over 68 countries so far, and am hoping to visit many more.
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    • Day 32

      June 17 in Thailand ⋅ ☁️ 33 °C

      After all the waiting (and more waiting) I did yesterday, I can’t express how relieved I was to get upgraded. One thing I didn’t mention at the time, though, is how Thai Airways’ business class—called Royal Silk—is quite different from other carriers I’ve flown. I’m definitely not complaining or trying to air first-world problems, but you can tell it’s a little more dated compared to airlines like Turkish or Cathay Pacific. That said, the lie-flat seat was comfortable, the cabin crew were wonderfully attentive, and overall, the experience was great.

      One nice touch: the crew handed out hot towels between every course. There wasn’t a vegetarian option available for me, so I went pescatarian and had a couple of nice fish meals instead. And the staff travel website wasn’t wrong—there were plenty of seats up front. In our section of 20, only three were occupied, which meant extra blankets and pillows for everyone.

      I managed to get about five hours of sleep, and we landed in Bangkok right on time. As I was walking toward passport control, I started to wonder whether I’d needed to apply for a visa online ahead of time. (Spoiler: I did.) I stepped aside and tried to sort it out on my phone, which wasn’t easy—especially with Ted calling me four times mid-process to see where I was!

      Thankfully, baggage claim was fast, and I soon stepped out into the thick Bangkok humidity. Once I had that confirmed ticket the night before, I’d jumped online and booked a day room at the Amaranth Suvarnabhumi Hotel. I’d also asked for the included airport shuttle—but since I hadn’t received a response and no one was waiting with a sign, I figured the message hadn’t gone through.

      Getting a taxi was a bit of a saga. Since they only accepted cash, I had to find an ATM first. Then the first driver turned me down because the trip was too short. Eventually, though, I was on my way.

      Arrival at the hotel was… interesting. After giving reception my name and passport, I could tell by their body language that no reservation showed up in their system. One of the staff even asked if he could take photos of my confirmation email. Not ideal, but not a disaster—they had a spacious room available with a king-size bed, strong air con, and a beautiful view of several industrial warehouses.

      After a shower and three hours of sleep, I finally felt human again. There was even a decent restaurant downstairs with reasonably priced meals. I could have ventured outside for a bit of exploring, but in this heat—who could be bothered?

      By 4 p.m., I had to check out of my room, which was fine because I found a quiet corner in the hotel bar to relax—away from the loud music and noisy guests. Since Qantas looks mostly booked, I’m trying my luck on the Thai Airways flight to Sydney instead. It’s slightly better than the Melbourne option, and from there I’ll head back to Adelaide.

      I ended up being the only passenger in the shuttle bus to the airport, so the ride to Suvarnabhumi was quick and quiet. Thankfully, Bangkok Airport has a dedicated staff travel counter, and the friendly man there told me I couldn’t check in just yet—but he did confirm that I’d get a seat, and that it looked like all staff travellers would be seated in business class. A very welcome bit of news!

      With time to kill, I headed down to Charm Boat Noodles in the food court and had some dinner: a comforting selection of dim sum, including shrimp siu mai and two kinds of steamed buns—one custard and the other with taro. Just what I needed at this point in the journey.

      Back at the check-in desk just before 9 p.m., the same staff member checked with his supervisor—and just like that, I was handed a Royal Silk boarding pass. He also let me know I could use the Premium Lane (BKK’s express immigration line), which definitely helped streamline the process.

      Now, I’m feeling very grateful and excited to be heading home. I can’t wait to see Ted and Snoopy again and settle back into my regular routine. I’m on a different Thai Airways aircraft this time, and the business class cabin is absolutely stunning—sleek design, plenty of space, and that signature purple lighting that gives it a real premium feel. The one I flew yesterday must’ve been an older aircraft. This one’s on another level!

      Thanks for following our adventures—we hope you’ve enjoyed coming along for the ride!
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    • Business Class
      Empty Business Class

      Day 31

      June 16 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 23 °C

      One thing we’ve learned with staff travel is that it’s always best to aim for the first flight of the day if the loads are looking tight. And today, they definitely were. That meant a 3:45am wake-up so I could try to catch the earliest flight to Frankfurt. Fortunately, thanks to Finland’s endless daylight, waking up at that hour didn’t feel quite as brutal. I felt worse for Heddi, who also had to wake up early to drive me to the airport!

      There was virtually no traffic, and we reached the airport quickly. I’d asked Heddi just to drop me at the departures entrance so she could get back to bed without delay. At the check-in desk, the agent told me I had a 50-50 chance of getting onboard—but said I could also request the jump seat if needed. In the meantime, she added, I could wait in the business lounge. I wasn’t sure if I was technically allowed, but sure enough, they let me in.

      I didn’t stay long—just enough time for some porridge and a coffee—before heading to the gate to make my jump seat request. As I waited, I received an email from Lufthansa: I’d been cleared for a seat in business class. What a relief.

      Boarding was smooth, and I was just glad to be onboard. I was served apple strudel for breakfast (the other option was meat-based), and even managed to drink the instant coffee without complaint. I got chatting with the crew, and we were about to take a “crewfie” together—until the curtain to economy suddenly swung open and another crew member asked for help with an unwell passenger. That was the end of that idea.

      On arrival in Frankfurt, we were bussed to the terminal where I collected my luggage and made my way to Terminal C to find the Thai Airways counters. I say “find” because they wouldn’t be opening until 11:30am—and it was currently just after 8am. So I had 3.5 hours to kill.

      I passed a good chunk of that at Starbucks—writing this blog, having something to eat, and very deliberately skipping their coffee. When I glanced back at the check-in area later, I saw the desks were finally open.

      The check-in process, however, was anything but smooth. The agent looked like he was still learning the system, and when I asked about my chances of getting a seat, he offered a vague “You’ll find out at the gate.” Reassuring.

      I made my way toward the gate, navigating the usual gauntlet of security, passport control and customs. At some point, I discovered that my water bottle had leaked in my bag. Thankfully, last night’s bed clothes soaked up most of it—and at least it was just water.

      Closer to the gate, I found a quiet rest area to regroup and unwind. I was definitely feeling the five hours of sleep from the night before.

      After what seemed like a long, long wait, I headed to the boarding gate half an hour early to see if there was any clue about my situation. The desk agent told me, yes, I would be getting a seat—but she just wasn’t sure which one yet. So I waited, hopeful but exhausted.

      Finally, after another thirty minutes, she handed me a boarding pass with two of the nicest words in the English language printed on it: Business Class. What a massive relief after such a long and uncertain day.

      When we boarded, the cabin was surprisingly warm—maybe they were trying to acclimatise us to Bangkok early! I was so stoked when I saw my seat that I instinctively reached for my phone to take a photo… and promptly dropped it into the abyss behind the seat in front.

      Cue one of the more awkward moments of the day: I had to call over one of the male flight attendants, who then moved the seat into multiple positions before squeezing himself into the narrow gap and fishing it out. I was incredibly grateful—and more than a little embarrassed.

      But after that bit of drama, I settled in properly and finally relaxed. One surprise was just how empty business class was.

      We’ll be taking off shortly, so I’d better sign off for now until we arrive in Bangkok. I’ve loved this holiday—but I’ve got to admit, it’s exciting to be heading home too.
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    • Ninni, Heddi, Assi and Solveig
      Birthday celebrationsThe entire party (except for myself, the photographer)Aleksis Kivi Statue outside the Finnish National TheatreUspenski CathedralSkyWheel HelsinkiView from Allas Wine and DineStatue of Johan Ludvig Runeberg (with seagull!)Allas Wine & DineHavis Amanda Fountain

      Day 30

      June 16 in Finland ⋅ ☁️ 14 °C

      Today was a relaxing one, which was definitely welcome after a hectic few weeks of constant travel. After breakfast, Heddi and I walked over to her father’s nearby place to help with preparations for his 80th birthday celebration. The day ended up being a bit of a reunion for me—I’ve met most of Heddi’s extended family before, but it had been a long time since seeing many of them. Some I hadn’t seen in 28 years!

      The celebration included many people I’d met before, like Heddi’s dad, her sister Ninni and her husband Mikael, her aunt and uncle Kerstin and Bjarne, their daughters Assi and Solveig, and their son Oskar—whom I didn’t recognize at first, since he was only 12 the last time I saw him. I also met several people for the first time, including Solveig’s husband Mikael and their sons Jonatan and Kasper, Assi’s partner Oliver and their son Lukas, Ninni’s daughters Elsa and Klara, and family friends PQ and Konschin. (To be honest, I didn’t remember everyone’s names—Heddi helped me piece the list together!)

      We had pizzas and salads for lunch, which was a great solution for such a large crowd. They sang “Happy Birthday” in both Swedish and English, though after the English version, there was no “Hip Hip Hooray” to follow. I almost jumped in with it myself, but then imagined everyone staring blankly at me if it wasn’t a thing here—so I wisely kept quiet.

      After most of the group headed off to see a public theatre performance, Heddi and I made our way back home to regroup, then took the train into Helsinki for a bit of sightseeing before I begin the long journey home tomorrow. (Once again, the ticket machine didn’t accept my card, so I scored another free ride—not complaining!)

      We began our visit at Helsinki Cathedral (Tuomiokirkko), the imposing white neoclassical church that towers above Senate Square. It’s easily the most iconic building in Helsinki, with its green domes and wide staircase that’s popular with locals and tourists alike. From there, we walked through the Esplanadi Park—a lovely green strip right in the city centre, flanked by cafés and lined with trees and flowerbeds. This area always has a buzz to it, from street musicians to families enjoying the last of the summer sun.

      We also made our way to Uspenski Cathedral, a red-brick Eastern Orthodox church perched on a hill with golden onion domes and a sweeping view over the harbour. It’s a reminder of Finland’s historic ties with Russia and offers a stunning contrast to the white elegance of Helsinki Cathedral.

      Eventually, we found ourselves near the harbourfront, where we visited the SkyWheel and Allas Sea Pool complex. The Ferris wheel there has the typical panoramic views of the city—but what makes it uniquely Finnish is the private sauna cabin included in one of its carriages. Only in Finland! Nearby, we grabbed a drink at Allas Wine & Dine, an elevated bar that offers a perfect view over the water and the buzz of locals enjoying the sea baths below. We enjoyed a glass of Banrock Station Reserve Shiraz—a solid choice from back home that made for a fun contrast to the Nordic setting.

      Dinner was at a vegetarian restaurant called Yes Yes Yes, a stylish spot with a playful name and a variety of creative plant-based dishes. The crowd was surprisingly international—everyone around us seemed to be speaking English, both staff and diners. We had a set menu featuring a variety of small plates that showcased different flavours and styles, from grilled vegetables to halloumi, dips, and flatbreads—plenty to share, and a nice change of pace.

      After dinner, we walked a bit more through the city, soaking in the light and the lively summer vibe before catching the train back to Esbo. Tonight, I’ll need to pack up for the beginning of my journey home. With the Finnair strike still ongoing, I’ll now be flying to Frankfurt early tomorrow, and then continuing on to Bangkok and eventually Sydney.

      Fingers crossed all goes smoothly with staff travel!
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    • Tarvaspää Café
      Tarvaspää CaféGallen-Kallela Museum

      Day 29

      June 14 in Finland ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

      I woke up moderately early, around 7 a.m., and checked my phone to see that Ted had arrived safely in Hong Kong via Bangkok. Although he hadn’t gotten much sleep, he was still feeling chipper—just waiting until he could check into his hotel. It had been pouring in Bangkok, but thankfully things were clearer in Hong Kong. Interestingly, Heddi told me it had also been raining nonstop in Finland before I arrived, and my cousins in Germany said something similar before we got there. Maybe we’re bringing the sunshine with us wherever we go?

      Once everyone was up, Heddi, Freja, and I had breakfast together before heading out for a walk in nearby Central Park in Espoo. This peaceful green expanse is a mix of forest trails, winding paths, and small lakes—like nature snuck into the middle of suburbia. It’s a favourite spot for locals to walk their dogs, cycle, or even take part in forest yoga classes, which Heddi said have become quite popular. I made the mistake of wearing jeans, assuming the weather would be cooler—it wasn’t. So after a long walk, I was grateful to return and switch into shorts. While Finland may not be as warm as some of our other stops, it’s definitely still summer here.

      Later in the morning, Heddi had planned a visit to the Gallen-Kallela Museum, and Pentti kindly dropped us off. The museum is located in Tarvaspää, by the shore of Laajalahti Bay. It was once the home and studio of renowned Finnish painter Akseli Gallen-Kallela, known for his work inspired by the Finnish national epic, The Kalevala. The building itself is a striking mix of medieval, romantic, and national romantic styles—almost like a small fairytale castle nestled among the trees.

      We met Heddi’s friend Johanna there, someone I first met on my original trip to Finland in 1996—and again in 1997 and 2014. (The three of us even took a Boxing Day train trip to Rovaniemi together in ’97!) It was great to see her again and reminisce about our shared adventures.

      Before our museum visit, we had lunch at the Tarvaspää Café, located next to the museum outside a charming wooden villa with lake views. I had two traditional Finnish treats: a creamy lohikeitto (salmon and potato soup) and a delicious slice of mansikkakakku (strawberry cake). The soup was comforting and rich, and the cake—layered with sponge, cream, and glazed strawberries—tasted as summery as it looked.

      Our English-speaking guide, Vilma, gave us a wonderful tour of the museum. She shared that Gallen-Kallela was not only a painter but also designed many of the furnishings in his home, blending art and architecture into one cohesive vision. His works often drew from mythology and national identity, and the museum features original sketches, paintings, and personal artefacts that shed light on his creative process.

      Afterward, we wandered down to the lake for a quiet, tranquil moment. It was one of those peaceful little pauses that felt especially welcome after the fast pace of the past four weeks. Johanna kindly drove us back to Heddi and Pentti’s home, where we enjoyed a relaxed evening.

      Later, we walked over to Heddi’s dad’s nearby house to help get things ready for his 80th birthday celebration tomorrow. It was great to see him again, and I also caught up with Heddi’s younger sister, Ninni—it’s been since 2014, so definitely a long-overdue reunion. Nice to reconnect before what’s bound to be a big day.

      When we returned, Pentti had cooked a fantastic dinner: salmon with vegetables and a pasta salad on the side. Exactly what we needed after the day’s activities.

      It looks like I’ll be on the early flight to Frankfurt on Monday, which means a pre-4 a.m. wake-up. Trying to call it an early night tonight—though we’ll see how that goes.

      All in all, a beautiful day full of art, nostalgia, and the peaceful rhythm of Finnish summer.
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    • Haukilahti
      Strindberg by the SeaHaukilahtiStrindberg by the Sea

      Day 28

      June 13 in Finland ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

      Even with the extra hour we gained crossing from Central European Time into British Summer Time yesterday, it still felt like we didn’t have enough time for sleep. Before we knew it, the 5 a.m. alarm was sounding, and it was time to continue on to our next destination.

      This was the only accommodation we’ve stayed at so far that provided breakfast, so even though we were too early for the hot option, it was still greatly appreciated. I probably should’ve held back on the sugar, but when I saw Coco Pops… well, I couldn’t refuse.

      After taking our transfer to the airport, we had to do something we’d been dreading—go our separate ways. I was flying Ryanair (again!) to Helsinki, while Ted was taking a National Express bus to Heathrow to connect with a flight to Hong Kong. After four weeks together, it was a sad moment, but we’ll be back home—and reunited with Snoopy—soon.

      At Stansted, the Ryanair bag drop counters were absolute mayhem. Somehow, I even managed to pop back for a second farewell with Ted before going through security. That turned out to be its own adventure: my backpack showed up with a big red X on the security monitor (not physically on the bag, thankfully!). I never found out why, but after an additional inspection, all was fine.

      I then started the long, long walk to my gate, past what felt like an endless corridor of shops, restaurants, and duty-free outlets. When I finally reached the gate… they were already boarding! I’m starting to suspect Ryanair rewards early departures. Sure enough, the doors were closed a full 15 minutes ahead of schedule.

      Fortunately, I had a few downloaded episodes of Black Mirror on my iPad to entertain me during the roughly 3-hour flight. I’d briefly considered asking the crew for a “crewfie,” but they all looked so dour, unfriendly, and antisocial that I decided against it.

      Helsinki greeted me with beautiful weather and clear skies, and it was such a relief to finally be somewhere that wasn’t hot! The walk from the arrival gate to passport control was another long one, but soon I was in the arrivals hall and met by Heddi and her daughter Freja! (For anyone unsure, Hedvig and I have been penpals for 38 years now. We’ve met several times over the years, but I won’t reveal either of our ages by saying how old we were when we started writing!)

      After a few misdirections from the GPS, we arrived at Heddi’s place in Espoo (Esbo in Swedish), just outside Helsinki. Luckily for me, she offered lunch—which was greatly appreciated, as I hadn’t eaten since my hotel breakfast and was only offered a small bottle of water and a packet of peanuts on the flight.

      It was so good to catch up, even though we had also seen each other in Málaga last year. I’ll admit, I did need a nap during the afternoon after the early start. Naps are becoming a bit of a tradition on this holiday!

      Later, when Heddi’s husband Pentti got home from work, we went for a walk and dinner in Haukilahti (or Gåddvik in Swedish), a tranquil coastal area in Espoo. It’s a stunning spot where the rocky shoreline meets the Baltic Sea, dotted with sailboats, quiet walking paths, and families enjoying the long daylight hours. Heddi mentioned they’d had a lot of rain recently, so everyone was clearly making the most of the warm, sunny evening—including the dogs!

      As we wandered along the rocky shore and marina, I even spotted the distinctive, UFO-shaped Haukilahti water tower in the distance—a curious landmark peeking above the trees, quietly watching over the bay. Pentti said it’s a well-known feature in the area, and I could see why. It added a touch of sci-fi flair to an otherwise peaceful seaside scene.

      Dinner was at Strindberg by the Sea, a charming waterfront restaurant perched right at the edge of the marina. It has a relaxed but stylish Scandinavian vibe—whitewashed wood, soft lights strung overhead, and a gentle hum of conversation from tables overlooking the water. Though reviews had mentioned slow service, we were lucky and had a friendly and attentive waitress.

      Even better, the menu was available in English! I chose pickled herring—traditionally Finnish—served with rye crumb, capers, shaved cheese, asparagus, and a zesty dill garnish. It was as fresh and flavourful as it looked. That was followed by a rich risotto and some ice cream to finish.

      It really was the perfect way to end the day—beautiful scenery, warm weather, good food, and wonderful company. I won’t be staying up too late tonight after the early start, but I’m very much looking forward to the weekend Heddi has planned.
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    • Day 27

      June 12 in England ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

      Today marked our final day in Trieste, and also the bittersweet end of our shared European adventure before we head back to Australia. Since we’d be flying out to London Stansted this evening, Ted suggested we start our day with breakfast out — a nice way to mark the occasion.

      That was easier said than done. Apparently, breakfast isn’t really a thing here the way it is back home. Most cafés and restaurants didn’t even start serving until lunch. But we were determined and eventually stumbled upon Home Sapore di Casa, a cozy café that not only had proper breakfast options, but also — to my great joy — served the first decent coffee I’ve had in weeks. (Not one decent one on the cruise — not for lack of trying.)

      We’re still having a few misadventures with language. Ted ordered a latte and was promptly served a large glass of warm milk. (Technically correct, but not what he had in mind!)

      After breakfast, we headed back to the apartment to pack up for good. We stored our luggage at the nearby train station to enjoy a final wander through the city. Ted was on a mission: new shoes. His current pair had all but disintegrated. Shopping, as many know, is not my favorite activity — but I braved it with the promise of gelato as my reward.

      We returned to the same shaded pedestrian street where I’d found that delicious kebab earlier in the week. There, we grabbed some lunch (pasta and a sandwich), and — true to my promise — I got my gelato.

      One thing that stood out today: the heat. Apparently, it’s seven degrees hotter than the average June day here, which might explain why I’ve been melting more than usual.

      Eventually, we made our way back to the station to collect our bags and catch the train to the airport. To our surprise (and relief), the train was already waiting at the platform. We gladly jumped on early, choosing the bliss of air-conditioned comfort over a stuffy wait on the platform.

      The ride was a quick half hour, but the arrival was… unexpected. The airport was tiny — far smaller than we’d imagined. Honestly, it made Newcastle Airport back home look like an international mega-hub with multiple terminals.

      After a lot of sitting around, we finally went through to the boarding area — which wasn’t exactly ideal, since there was barely any seating available for passengers. Not that the Ryanair flight itself was much better! We boarded our glamorous (not) budget airline with its tiny seats and no seat pockets, and waited for our pre-ordered inflight meal.

      After takeoff, our TV dinners were finally delivered: Ted had lasagne, and I had… vegan lasagne. I’m not being snobby, but when we tried to eat them, the tray tables — which had no lip or edge — meant we both ended up with our meals in our laps at least once. And the Cokes we’d ordered? Tepid, of course. We knew better than to expect ice.

      Thankfully, the flight was short — though the landing was a hard one, to say the least. At immigration in Stansted, the queue looked huge but moved surprisingly quickly. Then came the minor drama of transferring money to my Travelex card, since the hotel had claimed its shuttle only accepted cash. Naturally, when we arrived, they accepted cards too.

      The hotel is basic, but honestly perfect for a one-night stay: clean, efficient, and tucked away in a quiet area. Tomorrow will be bittersweet — Ted and I go our separate ways for the first time this trip. But only for a few days! We’ll be seeing each other — and Snoopy — back in Australia soon.
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    • Shoemaker’s Bridge & Central Market
      Triple Bridge & Prešeren SquareUniversity of LjubljanaLjubljana CastleLjubljana Town HallRobba Fountain and Ljubljana CathedralLjubljanica River PromenadeFranciscan Church of the AnnunciationStatue of national poet France PrešerenPrešeren SquarePrešeren SquareDragon BridgeAdmiring the Dragon StatueTivoli Mansion

      Day 26

      June 11 in Slovenia ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

      After a great night’s sleep, we had a relaxed breakfast in the apartment while scrolling through Staff Travel options. Since Ted is heading back to Australia a few days earlier than me, he’s been on the hunt for a flight out of Hong Kong, while I’ll be heading to Finland to visit my friend Hedvig before continuing home. The ongoing airline strike might mean a detour via Germany for me before I can make it to Asia, but we’ll figure it out.

      Today’s adventure was a day trip to Ljubljana (pronounced lyoo-BLYAH-nah), the capital of nearby Slovenia. I’d booked us on FlixBus—yes, the same company that had delivered a less-than-stellar experience from Hamburg to Berlin, but at a fraction of the train fare, I figured it was worth the gamble. And no, our choice of destination had nothing to do with Melania Trump being born in Slovenia. Promise.

      We left the apartment early to grab a coffee and check out the baggage storage options at Trieste’s train station for tomorrow (they have it, thankfully). As we were heading out the door, Ted asked if we needed our passports. I’d originally assumed no—Italy and Slovenia are both in the Schengen Area—but something told us to pack them anyway. Good thing we did. When the bus finally arrived (almost an hour late—classic FlixBus), the driver insisted on seeing passports from every single passenger. We later found out this was due to increased checks to prevent illegal border crossings along bus routes.

      While we were waiting, we had another surprising reunion. Shirley—a lovely 88-year-old Aussie we’d met on the cruise—was at the station waiting to catch her bus to Venice’s airport for the first leg of her journey back to Brisbane. We’d already said our goodbyes, so it was a bit of a “fancy seeing you here” moment, just like with the Americans the day before. Travel has a funny way of looping people back into your path.

      The ride to Ljubljana took about an hour and a half. As we approached the city, the scenery shifted to rolling green countryside, a refreshing contrast to the coastal views of Trieste. But the change wasn’t just geographic—Ljubljana felt immediately different. The temperature was cooler, the light had a different quality, and the architecture—especially near the bus station—was stark and a bit austere. Ted commented that it looked like how he’d imagined Warsaw might, with slightly Soviet vibes at first glance.

      But as we made our way into the Old Town, the tone softened. The first stop was Butchers’ Bridge, which turned out to be equal parts romantic and quirky. With its rows of padlocks clinging to the railings and a few oddball statues along the way, it was more modern art installation than traditional bridge, but definitely memorable.

      From there, we wandered through the Central Market, an open-air arcade designed by famed Slovenian architect Jože Plečnik. With arched stone facades and bustling stalls offering fresh fruit, cheese and pastries, it had a charmingly local feel. We paused near the Cathedral of St. Nicholas, instantly recognisable by its green twin spires and baroque yellow façade. The bronze relief doors—etched with scenes of Slovenia’s religious and national history—added a surprising layer of detail.

      Just across from the cathedral stood the Town Hall, a mix of Gothic roots and Baroque additions, now blending beautifully with the slightly worn elegance of the surrounding square. It was a perfect spot to pause and take in the pace of the city, which felt relaxed, like it knew exactly what it was and didn’t need to show off.

      We decided to tackle Ljubljana Castle while the morning was still cool. The shaded walk uphill was pleasant enough, though the signpost near the top offered some confusion. One arrow even pointed to something called the “Cat Path”—tempting, but not helpful. We chose the steep cobbled climb Google suggested, and after catching our breath at the summit, we took in the views. The castle itself, though? Slightly underwhelming. Modernised to the point where it felt more like a convention centre than a medieval fortress, it lacked the historical soul we’d found in places like Miramare. Still, the panorama over the terracotta rooftops below made the climb worthwhile.

      By the time we descended, we were both ready for lunch. We aimed to eat somewhere just outside the main tourist circuit and ended up at Altroke, a Michelin-listed spot. Ted fared well with a hearty lamb goulash served over creamy polenta, while I settled for gnocchi—the only vegetarian option on the menu. It was decent, but I was still on the hunt for something distinctly Slovenian.

      So, we stopped by a cheerful little cake shop called Slaščičarna Pri Vodnjaku (you’ll recognise it by its bright yellow and pink signage with cartoon cakes), and I ordered a slice of Prekmurska Gibanica. A traditional Slovenian dessert, it’s a dense, multilayered pastry made with poppy seeds, walnuts, apples, raisins, and sweet quark cheese. Each layer adds a different texture and taste—nutty, tangy, fruity, and just sweet enough to feel indulgent without being cloying. I devoured it. Ted passed.

      Next, we made our way to Prešeren Square, the city’s social and architectural heart. It’s dominated by the striking salmon-pink Franciscan Church of the Annunciation, which catches the eye from across the river. Just in front of the church is the statue of France Prešeren, Slovenia’s beloved national poet, being watched over (a bit dramatically) by a bronze muse floating above him.

      From there, we strolled along the river until we reached Dragon Bridge, one of Ljubljana’s most iconic landmarks. The vivid green dragon statues perched on either end have become something of a city mascot, and we couldn’t resist the obligatory photo op—especially with Ted staring it down, both of them locked in a silent challenge.

      Afterwards, we wandered into Tivoli Park, a sprawling green space filled with manicured gardens, fountains, and shaded walking paths. It felt a world away from the busy squares, and the calm was a welcome change of pace. It was the kind of place you could imagine returning to with a book and a lazy afternoon.

      Eventually, we made our way back toward the bus station. We were a little early, so we sat down for a beer and some chips while waiting for the bus. But, as if on cue, FlixBus was late again—almost an hour this time. We ducked into a nearby Mexican fast-food place called Que Pasa, where I ordered “nachos” that turned out to be plain corn chips with three pots of dip. Not quite culinary brilliance, but it killed time.

      So, did we enjoy Ljubljana? Yes. It had some beautiful corners, a lot of interesting contrasts, and a relaxed, lived-in charm. But would we come back? Probably not. It didn’t quite sparkle like some of the other cities we’ve visited on this trip. Still, we’re glad we came — it added a new flavour to the journey, both literally and figuratively.

      Tomorrow we’ll pack up once more as the journey home begins. It’s been a wonderful holiday — but we’re also ready for home.
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    • Serbian Orthodox Church of Saint Spyridon
      Church of Sant’Antonio TaumaturgoCanal GrandeGiant Maria Theresa Coin MonumentTeatro Verdi (Verdi Theatre)Fountain of the Four Continents (Fontana dei Quattro Continenti)Roman Theatre of TriestePalazzo del Municipio (Town Hall)Palazzo del Lloyd TriestinoPalazzo del Governo (Government Palace)Piazza Unità d’Italia (Unity of Italy Square)Castello di MiramareMiramare Castle GardensFontana del MascheroneUs and the Americans...again!

      Day 25

      June 10 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

      After waking up bright and early at 6:30 a.m., we packed up the last of our things and headed out to say goodbye to the friends we’d made on the cruise. Both Ken and Troy, and Kuamane and Nicholas were off to Venice, so we met them down at the Piazza for one last coffee and farewell. One of the reasons we love cruising is how quickly you can form connections in a setting like that — just a couple of weeks, and suddenly these people feel like old travel mates.

      We grabbed a quick breakfast at the buffet — “quick” being generous. The whole ship seemed to have the same idea, and it felt more like a chaotic migration than a meal. Our disembarkation time wasn’t until 8:30 a.m., so we weren’t rushed, but I could’ve done without my bright idea to take the elevator instead of the stairs. Of course, it went all the way to the top before stopping at every deck on the way back down.

      Once off the ship, we walked about 15–20 minutes through the city to reach our pre-booked apartment. The weather was warm but manageable, with a breeze coming in off the sea. Still, dragging wheeled suitcases over cobblestones and uneven pavements quickly became a workout. By the time we arrived, I was a sweaty mess — equal parts exhausted and annoyed. Thankfully, our host Alessia let us check in early, and things started looking up. The apartment was on the fifth floor, larger than our place in Milan, and had a kind of old-world grandeur. Alessia pointed out how many of the city’s buildings reflect Trieste’s Austro-Hungarian past — arched doorways once built tall enough to let horse-drawn carriages roll right in.

      Once we settled in, we popped to a nearby supermarket to grab some essentials, then headed out on foot to explore. Our initial goal was to visit the Roman Theatre, but we were quickly sidetracked by the sheer volume of impressive architecture around us.

      At Piazza Unità d’Italia, the scale and symmetry hit you straight away. With the Palazzo del Municipio anchoring one end and the Adriatic Sea framing the other, it’s Europe’s largest seaside square and feels every bit as grand as it sounds. The square is flanked by ornate buildings that speak of Austro-Hungarian pride, none more impressive than the Palazzo del Governo with its Liberty-style mosaics and stately arches, and the Palazzo del Lloyd Triestino — now the regional government building — where maritime sculptures nod to Trieste’s seafaring legacy. The grand Palazzo Generali, once the HQ of one of Italy’s oldest insurance firms, still presides confidently over the cafés that line the waterfront. The whole square feels regal yet relaxed, like a royal courtyard that accidentally became a hangout spot.

      From there, we wandered past the Fountain of the Four Continents — a theatrical baroque piece from the 1700s featuring figures meant to represent Europe, Asia, Africa, and the Americas. The sculpted lion, crocodile, and horse perched alongside draped allegorical figures felt a bit like a marble theatre production mid-scene. Just around the corner, we found the Teatro Verdi, a neoclassical beauty that’s been standing since the early 1800s and still hosts operas under its dramatic façade.

      We also passed the bronze sculpture of the Maria Theresa thaler — a giant coin bearing the profile of the Austrian empress who played a major role in developing Trieste as a free port. It’s oversized and a little cheeky, but it somehow fits the city’s sense of identity: rooted in empire, open to the world.

      Next came the Serbian Orthodox Church of Saint Spyridon. With its five domes and richly detailed mosaics, it was impossible to miss. Built in the 1860s, its Byzantine Revival style is a real standout in a city better known for its neoclassical lines. A short stroll further brought us to the Church of Saint Anthony the Thaumaturge, with its impressive white portico and columns, almost Roman in appearance. It stands at the head of the Grand Canal like a sentry, watching over the pastel façades and café crowds that give the area its distinctly Venetian feel.

      We finally made our way to the Roman Theatre, tucked into the edge of the modern city. Built in the 1st century AD under Emperor Trajan, it once held over 3,000 spectators. While it now sits quietly beneath apartment blocks and city traffic, it’s surprisingly well preserved — a reminder of just how far back Trieste’s history stretches. There’s something poetic about seeing ancient stone seats in the middle of a modern metropolis, still waiting for their next performance.

      From there, we had one more goal for the afternoon: Miramare Castle. But before jumping on a bus out to the coast, we made a quick food stop. Just off the main drag, we spotted the quirky Maschera Fountain — a stylised theatre mask with water spilling from its tongue. It looks like something out of a surrealist play, but in a city where layers of culture overlap, it didn’t feel out of place.

      I grabbed a kebab at Anatolia Kebab 12, mostly because we figured food options near the castle might be limited. Better to refuel now than end up staring longingly at closed snack bars in a royal garden.

      We eventually found the correct bus stop — after a bit of back-and-forth across a fairly lively road — and managed to hop on just in time. What we didn’t manage to do was buy a ticket. I tried the app, Ted had a go at the onboard machine, and neither of us had any success. So we rode… accidentally free.

      The ride out to Miramare Castle was scenic, skimming along the coast. And then the castle itself appeared — straight out of a fairytale. Built in the 1860s for Archduke Ferdinand Maximilian of Austria (who went on to become Emperor of Mexico, albeit briefly), the white limestone palace sits perched above the Gulf of Trieste with sweeping views and meticulously maintained gardens. We skipped the interiors, choosing instead to wander through the grounds. Sculpted hedges, fountains, grand staircases, and more than one dramatically posed horse statue — it was all every bit as impressive as the photos make it out to be.

      Naturally, a gelato followed. You’re in Italy, it’s hot, there’s a castle behind you — it would’ve been rude not to.

      On our way out, we bumped into the Southwest flight attendants from the ship — again. We’d already farewelled them that morning, then again just outside the terminal… and now here they were strolling near the castle. Deidre Chambers, what a coincidence!

      Getting back into town involved another unsuccessful attempt at the ticket machine, which meant a second free-ish ride. We returned to the apartment for a well-earned breather before heading out again.

      After relaxing back at the apartment, we decided it was time to find some dinner — without a plan, just a wander and see what called to us. Despite how much we’d already covered today, we somehow stumbled across more hidden gems — including seeing the impressive Palazzo della Borsa Vecchia (Old Stock Exchange) again, now housing the Chamber of Commerce. Its neoclassical columns and striking Neptune fountain out front made us stop for another round of photos. It’s like the city just keeps revealing layers the longer you walk it.

      After a bit more wandering, we found ourselves at a place called Njoy — the words “burgers, burritos and tacos” on the menu made the decision easy. But the biggest surprise wasn’t the food — it was spotting The Americans again. What are the odds? Deidre Chambers would be proud.

      They’re heading to Venice tomorrow, and we’re off to Ljubljana, so unless the universe is really playing games, that was probably our final run-in.

      Since the evening still had some life in it, we wandered a little more, soaking up the glow of the city before stopping (yes, again) for gelato and picking up a few essentials at the supermarket.

      Trieste turned out to be a real surprise. When I first started planning this trip, I’d thought about skipping it entirely in favour of somewhere more obvious like Venice. But I’m so glad we came here instead. It’s elegant without being overrun, full of history without being staged, and has a charm that feels both grand and relaxed.

      Tomorrow: a day trip across the border to Slovenia — another new stamp on the travel list.
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    • Split Harbour
      Ted does the Splits!Bell Tower of Saint Domnius CathedralOld Town AlleywayNarodni Trg (People’s Square)People’s Square (Narodni Trg)Prokurative (Republic Square)Prokurative (Republic Square)Church of Our Lady of Good Health (Gospa od Zdravlja)View from Marjan HillView from Marjan HillBell Tower of the Cathedral of St. DomniusRiva PromenadeThe Riva PromenadeStatue of Gregory of Nin (Grgur Ninski)

      Day 24

      June 9 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

      After a surprisingly decent night’s sleep (a rare gem this deep into a cruise), I decided to take advantage of one last chance to enjoy breakfast in the dining room, while Ted stayed loyal to the buffet. I also made a tactical outfit choice today — gym clothes instead of regular ones. After the sweltering heat in Kotor, I wasn’t taking any chances. Bonus: no laundry needed later.

      Once again, we were among the first to disembark, stepping into our 70th country for me and 66th for Ted — a stat we’re both quietly thrilled about. The heat greeted us early, though thankfully not nearly as intense as the scorcher we endured in Montenegro. Our initial walk from the cruise terminal to the heart of Split wasn’t exactly inspiring — a stretch of modern, utilitarian buildings — but once we reached the Old Town, everything changed.

      Split’s Old Town is centred around the ruins of Diocletian’s Palace, built in the 4th century AD as a retirement home for the Roman emperor himself. It’s more than just a historic site — it’s a living, breathing part of the city, with shops, cafés, apartments, and even churches embedded into the ancient stonework. We wandered into Peristyle Square, where Roman columns and arches frame the square like a movie set. Nearby stands the Cathedral of Saint Domnius, considered the oldest Catholic cathedral in the world still holding its original structure. Its bell tower soared above the square, casting long shadows over the cobbled plaza below.

      Next, we made our way to Republic Square (Prokurative), a bold and elegant plaza with red Venetian-style facades and arched walkways opening onto the sea. It was peaceful in the morning but apparently comes alive in summer with open-air concerts and performances.

      Keen for a panoramic view, we took the scenic stair route up to a lookout on Marjan Hill, known as the “lungs of Split” for its pine-covered slopes. The climb was steep, but the sweeping views — terracotta rooftops, the Adriatic Sea, and our cruise ship docked in the harbour — were well worth it. We descended via Boticevo šetalište, a shaded path lined with pine trees and glimpses of the sea.

      Back at the base, we arrived at the Riva promenade, a breezy, palm-lined stretch perfect for people-watching. We cooled off with iced coffees at Brasserie on Seven, a stylish waterfront café popular with both locals and visitors. With yachts and fishing boats bobbing in the marina just metres away, it was pure Mediterranean magic.

      Tucked into a quieter corner, we came across the statue of Marko Marulić, the “father of Croatian literature,” and later admired the enormous bronze sculpture of Gregory of Nin — a 10th-century bishop believed to bring good luck if you rub his toe.

      Before heading back, we took one last stroll through the palace corridors and explored some local markets, full of fresh fruit, souvenirs, and tempting little trinkets. Once again, we were thankful for our early start — the crowds had grown thick, the heat heavier, and we passed several cruise friends just setting out as we were wrapping up.

      All aboard was set for 3:30 p.m., and with so many still out wandering the laneways, I imagine a few made a very close call. As for us, we returned to the ship feeling like we’d made the most of Split — without the chaos.

      So in other words… once the heat and crowds became oppressive, we decided it was time to split from Split. (Sorry. Couldn’t resist.)

      After getting back onboard, Ted managed to reserve one of the cabanas in the Hollywood Conservatory — hands down one of the best places to unwind on the ship. Quiet, spacious, and with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea, it’s a great spot to kick back and take in the view without the usual deck crowds.

      Eventually, we made our way back to the room to shower and begin the inevitable task of packing up for disembarkation tomorrow. We kept things relaxed — throwing clothes into suitcases, watching a few episodes of Modern Family on the ship’s internal channel, and soaking in the last of our balcony views over Split.

      As the ship pulled away from the port, the familiar Love Boat theme played over the loudspeakers — something Princess Cruises does for every departure. A little cheesy? Sure. But with a nod to the classic cast via a plaque onboard and reruns available 24/7, it’s part of the cruise’s charm and tradition. And after two weeks aboard, it’s hard not to smile at the sound.

      Later on, we met up with Kuamane and Nicholas for drinks by the Hollywood Pool, enjoying the warm evening air. Then it was on to Bellini’s for another round with Troy and Ken before all four of us grabbed dinner together at Alfredo’s Pizzeria. It was the perfect low-key send-off to what’s been a pretty incredible trip at sea.

      We’ve had a great time on this cruise — plenty of laughs, new places, and good company. But with Trieste waiting for us tomorrow, we’re both ready for the next leg of the journey. Time to swap waves for wheels and see what’s next.
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    • Venetian Influence
      Cathedral of Saint Tryphon (Katedrala Svetog Tripuna)Kotor Fortress WallsCable Car rideView from the TopPanoramic View of the Bay of KotorPanoramic View of the Bay of KotorPanoramic View of the Bay of KotorAmphitheater on Vrmac RidgeWelcome to Kotor!Saint Luke’s Church (Crkva Svetog Luke)Kotor from above

      Day 23

      June 8 in Montenegro ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

      After a string of late nights (and maybe one too many cocktails), sleep last night was patchy at best. But the second we drew back the curtains in our stateroom, it didn’t matter. We were gliding through the Bay of Kotor, flanked by misty peaks and waterside villages that looked as if they’d been carved into the mountains. It felt like a déjà vu moment from our trip through the Norwegian fjords last year — and sure enough, Kotor is often called the southernmost fjord in Europe. (Technically, it’s a ria, or a submerged river canyon, but let’s not get too pedantic when the views are this good.)

      Still groggy, we headed up for a quick breakfast in the buffet — but not before stepping out on deck to take some videos of the surroundings. There’s something about seeing this place in motion: the scale, the stillness, the way the light hits the water. It’s the kind of setting you want to remember.

      This stop also marked a personal milestone — country #69 for me and #65 for Ted. We’ve both done a fair bit of travel, but ticking off new countries still feels just as special. We followed our now well-rehearsed strategy of disembarking early to beat the crowds and the heat. Kotor is the only port on this cruise that requires a water shuttle, but the 15-minute ride was smooth and scenic. Bonus: since the lifeboat that usually blocks our balcony was lowered earlier that morning, we finally had an unobstructed view from our cabin.

      As soon as we stepped onto dry land, we were approached by a swarm of tour vendors — but we already knew what we wanted to do: ride the new cable car to the top of Mount Lovćen. The ticket package, which included a return transfer and gondola ride, cost €30 — more than we expected, but we hoped the views would justify it.

      Before heading off, we took a quick stroll through Kotor’s UNESCO-listed Old Town. Even with only a few steps inside, we were struck by its well-preserved Venetian walls, medieval churches, and cobbled alleys. But with the first shuttle to the gondola base leaving at 9 a.m., we didn’t linger long — especially since we wanted to get ahead of the wave of cruise excursions.

      The gondola ride itself was a surprise. It stretched far higher and longer than we expected, lifting us up around 850 metres in just 15 minutes. The view was breathtaking — the entire bay spread out below like a painting, with the cruise ship tiny in the distance and Kotor’s red rooftops hugging the shoreline.

      At the summit, we were greeted by a surprisingly modern mountaintop development. Though some parts weren’t quite open yet, there were plenty of clear signs pointing to cafés, walking tracks, a large amphitheatre (still unsure what that’s used for), and — unexpectedly — a summer toboggan run. It’s an alpine coaster that twists down the mountain on rails. It definitely added to the sense that this mountaintop was still being shaped into something special.

      We made our way to the viewing platforms, which required a bit of a clamber over rocky terrain — no fences, no paved paths, and certainly no health and safety tape! But the payoff was worth it. The views were panoramic and unfiltered, and we had them almost to ourselves.

      With the restaurant now open, we stopped in at Forza for an iced coffee. Or so we thought. Our charmingly handsome waiter returned with two espressos and a bowl of ice cream — something got lost in translation. But honestly? Sitting cliffside with that view, we weren’t complaining.

      After soaking it all in, we caught the gondola back down — and the timing couldn’t have been better. Crowds were now streaming in. We shared a ride with an American couple and their Montenegrin guide and swapped travel stories the whole way down. When we returned to the base, we expected to wait half an hour for the next return shuttle. But just as we were debating whether to sit or wander, the driver strolled over, opened the doors just for us, and even stopped along the way to grab himself some lunch. No stress — just laid-back Balkan efficiency.

      Back in Kotor’s Old Town, the difference was stark — it was now packed and hot. Still, we enjoyed another wander through the cobbled laneways, past centuries-old churches, stone archways, and market stalls. Every old town has its own personality, and Kotor’s blend of history, mountain drama, and seaside calm felt totally unique.

      We looped along the waterfront, past the towering walls and steep switchbacks of St. John’s Fortress — which we admired from sea level rather than attempting the sweaty climb — before making our way back to the water shuttle. As if on cue, it pulled away just minutes after we boarded.

      Back onboard, we made the most of the quiet ship: laundry (the glamour never ends), long showers to rinse off the heat, and a quick lunch before collapsing into a well-earned nap. Later in the afternoon, we headed upstairs one last time to farewell Kotor properly — and what a farewell it was. The views from the top deck as we sailed out of the bay were absolutely stunning: golden light pouring over mountain peaks, glassy water reflecting the fading day, and everyone seemingly on the same wavelength — drink in hand, swapping travel stories, and throwing in a few dramatic complaints about the heat for good measure. Montenegro, you’ve made quite the impression.

      Dinner was at the buffet again, where we indulged a little more than necessary — par for the course by now. Ted headed back to the room to catch the French Open (a new cruise obsession), while I popped over to Bellini’s for a nightcap and some great company. I caught up with Troy and Ken first, then later Kuamane and Nicholas — so the evening ended just the way it began: with laughter, great conversation, and a few too many refills (but not for me!).

      Tomorrow, we tick off yet another new country for both of us — Croatia! Can’t wait to see what’s in store.
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