Djerba is a special island in the south of Tunisia, as ancient as the land in history and as traditional and raw as it gets till today...
The World Cup diaries: Rasha in Russia
That sentence would be my ice breaker but it broke more than ice in Russia. People cracked jokes, broke in laughter specially after I decided to add a new cliche: "...and my dog's name is Vodka by the way."
A foodie’s guide to Prague
personally I always enjoy making some effort before eating. On the other hand, the waiters have enjoyed my puzzled look before they decided to explain to me how it works.
Bangkok: the city of darkness and light
Smile upon arrival, smile to say thank you, smile to gently decline an offer, smile and kindly accept the ride and embrace the giant city of Bangkok.
Memoirs of Negombo “the ultimate tourist trap”…Arrival to Srilanka!
Negombo is not a place to spend your vacation in Sri Lanka. It's just a rest-town after a long flight and will allow you to relax and adjust to the heat and people. Its beach side is relatively expensive and the town is flooded with tourists and local traps...
Once upon a time in Prague “Praha”…
Prague or Praha, the Czech capital, land of ale, trams and castles. Kafka's captivating dark misty maze
A solo woman in Sri Lanka…
I wouldn't want you to feel the way I did as my initial enthusiasm for a trip, that I've been waiting for 2 years to happen, faded to an unknown somber feeling in my gut as I landed in Colombo's airport.
Napoli…On and off the beaten tracks!
Napoli is not a city, it’s a living culture and a muse. If you speak the language you’ll definitely impress the locals, but that’s not the only upside, it’s an enabler, a key to their best kept secrets. The more you talk, the more you get…
The Amalfi coast & Vesuvius…
Buses linking the Amalfi coast cities are considered public transportation and cost as little as 2 euros per person, but that also means you could be stacked inside like anchovies in a tiny glass jar, enjoying the view and an extreme physical experience.
We have arrived to the airport at 10 am, it was of one terminal in size. We were all crammed into one line waiting to stamp our passports, my bladder was willing to explode under the effect of the 3 bottles of wine I had onboard, waiting till we landed was not a good idea. I had to cheat and take the advantage of the amount of non-chalant people bundled together and managed my way through half of the line, signalling to the other generous half that "I had to go”.