I know there are bloggers out there who specialise in the subject … but I suffer enough from imposter syndrome in so many areas, I’m not wanting to add food blogger to the mix. I think after reading this post you will think there is not much chance of that!
For someone who travels full-time, I still get anxious whenever I’m actually on the move and today was no exception.
When I travel, I’m as likely to hunt for murals as museums, because street art feels alive: it’s political, playful, and sometimes defiant. From graffiti-tagged trains in Belgium to a hidden unicorn mural in a Granada car park, each wall tells a story,
Most travellers from the Dogu Express stay in Kars for just one night before crossing into Georgia. I stayed a week. Tucked deep in Eastern Turkey, Kars feels both remote and layered — a place shaped by borders, history and various empires. From its towering citadel to the haunting ruins of Ani, once an Armenian capital, it’s a region that sits quietly at the edge.
“The train follows the river Euphrates for some of the journey and that brought back memories of learning ancient history in school and how civilisation started in the Euphrates valley, but obviously downstream from here and into Syria and Iraq. On occasion I could hear the river rushing downstream when the train was quieter or had stopped en route.”