Russia
Snowy Days in Saint Petersburg
Russia. The country my grandmother had immigrated from after WWII. The country that my mother had visited on numerous occasions during communist times. The country that I had heard so…
Russia. The country my grandmother had immigrated from after WWII. The country that my mother had visited on numerous occasions during communist times. The country that I had heard so…
After booking a flight to Poland to kill some time before my grand journey on the Trans Siberian I began to search for a volunteering opportunity to give me…
I had booked the trip of my dreams, my ticket on the Trans Siberian was confirmed with only a month to go and it was time to make my…
Day 27 on the Camino de Santiago. AKA the day I walked into Santiago de Compostela.
My pilgrimage was coming to an end and not a single cell in my…
It was the second to last day and it was time to get up. Somehow I managed to convince my friend Tom to piggyback me out of my bunk…
