Some not-so-terrible hours in India

The sun rising over the Taj Mahal was not quite as I imagined - for a start it is west facing, so the sun was behind us, and the pollution in the sky was so thick, that everything was an dull orange hazy colour. The reflecting pool, a long narrow pond in line with the Taj Mahal was reflecting nothing as it was completely empty. Nonetheless we could still appreciate the magnificence and beauty of the place and we sat on a bench at the far end of the walkway, soaking up the view before walking over and getting a closer look.

Not so Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Suddenly Chris (who is not one to jump or easily scare when it comes to critters) leapt off the ground, grabbed me and pointed down. A huge bright yellow and green, part scorpion part spider, horns poised, ready to kill, was making its way towards us at the speed of light.

The Mother and the Monks

Our morning was spent with Alan (who was also staying at our hostel) at Pechersk Lavra, also known as the Monastery of the Caves. We bought candles to light our way through the narrow labyrinthian underground passages in which dead monks have been laid to rest in glass topped coffins.

A day of (radio)activity

Prior to leaving the UK Chernobyl was already on our bucket list. Leaving the hostel at 7:15 in the morning, we, with another person from the hostel (Alan), got a taxi to the meeting point in Kiev. From there we were put into a group of 12 and loaded onto a small bus for the two hour drive to the exclusion zone.

Roam(ania)

The flat landscapes of Romania, and with them, (we hoped) less rain and hotter temperatures, were calling us.

Norwich’s Serbian Twin

After being underwhelmed by all that Serbia had to offer us so far, we agreed to visit one more place before we drove into Romania. Probably aided by the glorious sunshine that was beating down on us for the first time in what felt like months, Novi Sad was beautiful.

A Whistle-Stop Tour Of Slovenia

On the horizon was a snow topped mountain range. Wonderfully foreboding, it acted as a nice piece of symbolism to mark the part of our journey in which we left Western Europe behind us and journeyed into Eastern Europe.

Bonjour France!

After more planning than we could ever imagine, countless injections, too many goodbyes, and weeks on weeks of final preparations, we were finally ready to start our journey to Australia. Singapore bound, first stop, France.

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