where the ground comes to an end

We spend our first night in Bulgaria by the Vidin – Lom road. A mowed grassy spot right by the fence of something that looks like a summer house. I help with pitching the tent with a heavy heart – we’re surrounded by dogs’ barking, echoing in the night. I literally shiver with fear as…

a toddler at the spa…

…isn’t something that’s really recommended. You know that, right? I once read in a Czech article that you could take your baby to sauna – particular conditions required – but the last time I tried Juley just went inside and let out a scream. (Perhaps next time he should just avoid touching the floor with…

something like a travelogue: gernik + eibenthal

Day Two I don’t think there are a lot of travelogues online about the Czech villages of Banat. On one hand this thrills me but on the other it burdens me with the responsibility to describe something more than my personal experiences there. I’ve noticed that the posts in my blog which don’t contain personal…

something like a travelogue: socolari + moldova nouă

Day Two “Oh no, you better head on tomorrow.” One of the three men’s voices sounds a bit melodic. He’s either drunk or it’s his English. I guess it’s the former since the three of them look to me as some city types on a holiday in the village. Lukáš tries to interrogate them more…

something like a travelogue: setting off + timișoara

Day One As always, we don’t set off exactly on time. I have put Juley to sleep in the usual way and I’m now taking him outside. Of course he wakes up. There’s little space in the car. I try to ignore that fact. Here are Lukáš’s parents, without whom we wouldn’t have been likely…