I took the train from Budapest to Bratislava, and it wasn’t a very treacherous journey at all... just under three hours or so. But before I even made it onto the train, I found myself facing one of the great unexpected challenges of European travel... the pay toilet. Ugh! Horrible... I'd gone this long on the trip without having encountered them. The buck stopped here. They're stressful enough at the best of times. Worse when you're bursting... let alone if there's something

I’ve warned myself off this city so many times, listening to everyone's horror stories and convincing myself it wasn’t for me... but with the sun finally out, I decided to give it a fair shot. And honestly? I didn’t mind it. Naples is gritty, chaotic, intriguing in a way that suprises you. Or, at least, me. Considering I was in Maradona’s kingdom, I figured I should pay homage. So I looked up "Maradona" on Google Maps… and off I went, weaving through the city, fo

I left Ragusa early to catch my bus to Catania... again ... where I’d have to transfer to a train that would take me all the way up to the northwestern area of Sicily, Palermo. It was going to be a very long day. Ragusa For once, I actually felt confident about my bus from Ragusa. There was actually a bus station... AND a man at the ticket desk who specifically told me where to go, where the bus would be arriving, when to get on, and when it would leave. Phewf! What a refre

I love Sydney. I can’t definitely say that I have always loved Sydney because I don’t remember it too much from when I was last there,...