Learning or relearning a language is like a roller coaster. I'm up and then I'm down... and it sometimes isn't easy to see the light! This past week has been especially hard, but I'm back and ready to smash my final week here in Bishkek.
A taxi ride in Kyrgyzstan always ends up making me feel a little self-conscious and worried about my reproductive future. Ha, I know, right?! If only there were a ring on my finger and a bun in the oven, I could finally earn the respect of my taxi drivers.
Isn't it interesting how experiences we have when we are children and young adults can pave the route of our future travels? In this post, I mention some of the experiences in my life that have shaped my current and future travels. Go on... click through to read more!
I have studied many languages now in my time, but I have yet to master any of them. Latin in high school was not about speaking. Italian was learned in college, but I was never good at conversing. Spanish in Guatemala was a small triumph when I found myself booking tours and arguing with people without thinking too hard by the end of it. But Russian...
My arrival into Bishkek caused my blood pressure to rise. It was 3 am, freezing cold, I hadn’t slept a wink on the flight from Istanbul, and still my body was overly aware of the moment we touched down at Manas Airport. It was so cold the air was icy, making it look foggy through my airplane window.
I’m here … Read more
I typically enjoy a good hostel stay, especially as a solo traveler. However, after meeting up with Beth and Randy of Beersandbeans.com, I was happy to get the chance to spend the night in a Roomorama apartment in Istanbul. Read on to find out why it was so special!
Anyone who knows me in real life knows that I am very far from being openly affectionate — with friends and with family. I hate, with a passion, the Australian way of greeting with cheek-kissing, even people you barely know. I hate it.
Even though I’ve come to accept it and therefore embrace hugging random friends on a regular basis… Read more
I walked with a purpose towards the line that said “business class”. My peripheral vision had decided to stop working now that I had been in transit for at least 24 hours, and Frankfurt airport was the place where I had to pick up my last boarding pass before heading on to Istanbul. With my peripheral vision no longer working,… Read more