Rubble up in Pompeii, Italy
Pack up your imagination, compass and a book about Pompeii like “The Complete Pompeii” and go down in history to a labyrinth of streets, neighborhoods and what not. Just before […]
Author Archives: Sarah F.
What’s your pizza?
Neopolitan! We rode on the incredibly slow Intercity train that rattled like a dying battery from Rome Termini to Napoli Centrale rather than whooshing by in an hour on the […]
Something Fishy, Dubai
Head down to the Deira fish market (suq as samak) nestled in the old part of town and check out the Arabian Sea’s fresh stock. Contrary to what some people […]
Trans-Siberia – Day 12 – Mongolia to Beijing
We were so glad to be leaving Ulaanbaatar and what was left of its air particles that clung on to us with extreme might, but, it was not over yet. […]
Trans-Siberia – Day 11 – Elstei Lodge Mongolia
We couldn’t pick a better season to camp in one of the coldest cities on earth. At 15 below zero on average, we drove to the campsite situated far far […]
Trans-Siberia – Day 10 – Ulanbaatar
It was early in the AM, six to be precise. Greeted by our garrulous tour guide and driver, we went over to a hotel for BATH and breakfast before embarking […]
Trans-Siberia- Day 9 – On Board
We spent approximately 7 hours on the Russian-Mongolian border. “Why was the train carriage overcrowded with tourists?”, we wondered. As soon as our train pulled over, we were strictly instructed […]
Trans-Siberia – Days 7,8 Irkutsk
We left the crowded train station and into a small vehicle that transported us to Listvyanka. We drove into a massive oil painting portrait of the beautiful Taiga. With no […]
Trans-Siberia – Days 4,5,6 TOTALLY ON BOARD
Irkutsk bound. Hordes of people boarded the train en route to rural towns with limited transportation. Not a tourist in sight. We loaded our luggage into our four berth cabin […]
Trans-Siberia -Day 3- Snowed out in Yekaterinburg
We adjusted our watches to +2 hours from Moscow time. Greeted by our tour guide and driver, we drove to our hotel and took it easy that evening. First observation: […]
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