Belgrade gradually disappeared from behind the windows as the train headed north, first from the depths of Prokop station, then over the Sava River, finally emerging, after a short series of suburban stations, into the Pannonian Plain. Periodically we would stop at small towns with red tile roofs to exchange passengers. I was mostly grateful… Read More Perched on the Pannonian Plain
The aviation industry is the obvious wild card, an obvious thought that recurred to me in the midst of whiling away six hours at the Frankfurt airport, asking myself important questions like why is there nobody at the information kiosk or a left luggage office so I can go into town? Despite a delayed arrival,… Read More The White City
We got to Lunenburg midday, just in time for Hannah to take a quick catnap in the rental car. My nap would come later, an unavoidable byproduct of a red-eye flight crossing nearly the entirety of Canada. In the meantime I busied myself walking the steep streets of the small town, bracketed by brightly painted… Read More Haligonian Holiday
Zak Abroad 