Last month I had an absolute blast on the Busabout Ottoman Trek soaking in five countries across Eastern Europe in just seven days. If you follow me on twitter, you’ll know I’ve written three posts about the trek for Flight Centre UK. But in case you don’t, here they are! The Ottoman Trek: A Daily Snapshot […]Read more "Ottoman Trek: Three Posts for Flight Centre"
Even just the word ‘Gallipoli’ is loaded for antipodeans. We all learned about it in history class, but few have been fortunate enough to visit the site where so many Kiwis and Australians lost their lives in the first world war. Gallipoli is around a 5 hour drive from Istanbul, so it’s ambitious to do […]Read more "Gallipoli (in Photos)"
Where East meets West. That’s what I’d heard about Istanbul. Knowing it was a heavily Muslim city, I pictured it exactly like Marrakesh, with snake charmers in the public square, Eastern architecture, and calls to prayer over loudspeaker a few times a day. When we first arrived, part of me was a little disappointed: what […]Read more "Ottoman Trek: Istanbul"
Plovdiv. Where on earth is Plovdiv? I certainly couldn’t have told you before booking the Busabout Ottoman Trek. And yet, somehow, here I am! It’s actually quite pretty. The old Roman amphitheatre A Bulgarian man on a hill who randomly caught my eye Sunset by the mosque Although I’m a little bemused by their attempt […]Read more "Ottoman Trek: Plovdiv"
When I was about six years old, I wrote a poem about an “army of ballerinas”. The metaphor may be a little impenetrable, but I was attempting to wax lyrical about a field of sunflowers.The last place I ever expected to encounter this army in the flesh is Bulgaria. But, within 15 minutes of crossing […]Read more "Ottoman Trek: Sofia"
For some reason I expected Belgrade to be monolithic and cold. But our local guide is quick to point out that it’s a city of music and culture, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that my preconceptions were miles off.Our walking tour takes in some of the key sights: The old palace […]Read more "Ottoman Trek: Serbia"
When I was ten years old, a new girl joined my class. Her name was Amra. I remember thinking that her big brown eyes were beautiful. She was Bosnian, and her family had fled the country. I haven’t given Amra much thought over the years. But today I started to understand what this young girl […]Read more "Ottoman Trek: Bosnia"