'Staying Alive By Not Staying Still'
I read about this part of Cairo before even planning my trip and was intrigued with the idea that an urban neighborhood would be almost entirely committed to the business of collecting and recycling municipal solid waste for its economic well-being.
I’m back. After a long run of recuperation following the roughest patch of travel I’ve experienced in nearly six years, I’m catching up starting today with a post from my …
On arrival in the early evening at Cairo’s international airport I beefed with the taxi drivers who told me that the metro doesn’t go to the airport.
All the info I had was that they do. I wanted to take the metro. But I saw no signs for the metro at the airport terminal.
I’m breaking in a new pair of hiking boots so walking has been my principal mode of transportation of late. But that’s OK since walking through unfamilar cityscapes is one of my favorite travel pastimes.
So far so good with my new bargain boots.
I’ve been in Athens now for a week. You’ve probably seen my first post on the Acropolis; now I’ve got some other photos taken on various other walks, starting with the Wednesday open market on Kavlou Street, in the Gizi neighborhood of the city, where I live.
Sunday I leave Crete for an 11-day stay in Athens.
Although it was my second time on the island of Crete, I previously had not given myself the opportunity to spend any time in Athens outside of a few layovers in airports.
I’m having the greek salad, about as authentic as it gets where I am in the beautiful, rural foothills of the White Mountains on the island of Crete, Greece.
I watch the regulars start filing into the tavern in the early afternoon, spicing the air with their husky voices, breaking the stillness of morning with lively, spirited talk of whatever old Greeks talk about with time on their hands.
“The brave succeed in all adventures, even those who come from countries far away.” — The words of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle, to Odysseus, the wandering traveler trying …
Now that I’m 70 years old, I have the pleasure of being targeted with age discrimination by travel insurance companies.
Over the weekend I went with a friend and a local ex-pat group from Tbilisi on a trip that included hiking among the fall colors of the Sabaduri Forest National Park and a visit to a nearby sanctuary for Georgian Brown Bears.
Gori, a Georgian city of about 45,000 people, capital of the Shida Katli district of Georgia, is probably best known for being the birthplace of Joseph Stalin, leader of the Soviet Union from 1924 until his death in 1953.
Gori was important militarily as far back as the middle ages, and the remains of the 7th-century A.D. Gori fortress on a prominent hilltop in the city is a popular tourist attraction. Yet the city’s most well-known attraction is undoubtedly the Stalin Museum.