Since I've been getting a lot of questions regarding Milan, I decided to dedicate a separate post on where to eat and what to do in the Italian city, something like a quick reference to use for future trips.
I visited Bangkok about a year ago in order to attend a travel bloggers' conference and meet with a few new friends I've made in India some time ago. Since it was a last-minute decision, I had no specific plans
I entered the Law School of Democritus University of Thrace in Greece in September 2004 and this is when all the train madness begun. Splitting my time between Komotini (the student city) and Xanthi (hometown), made the occasional train ride
I’m not gonna lie, it was quite difficult for me to remember a trainstory worth talking about… And as I was desperately trying to remember a story to share with you , a recent event at the subway of Omonia
The train is like a tabula rasa. It doesn't have an identity, a memory or a history by itself.
On the train the passengers linger temporarily, and remain anonymous between the anonymous, with the purpose to complete their journey as effortlessly
December 2005. That week seemed to me endless. I was looking forward to Saturday's morning as I would catch the train to go to the airport and pick up my sisters who were coming from Cyprus for a long week
This morning it was impossible to sleep in the train! The reason was the woman next to me who couldn’t stop chatting with another passenger in front of us. Their favorite argument : the yesterday s rain in Milan… I