I must admit, I don’t often buy books by authors I don’t know. Going to the book store is always a struggle anyway, so I have to prioritise in order to not give all my money away. And so, more often than not, I rely on knowing that I like the authors I like and that there is so much trash out there that I can’t trust that I’ll like something I’ve never heard of before. But every rule has its exceptions and sometimes I read a back cover that instantly wins me over and I can’t resist giving the book a shot. This happened on my last trip to the book store when I laid eyes on this book – The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle. Continue reading “The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle”
As a self-proclaimed melancholic soul and someone who can’t swim, I am usually not a big fan of the sea. I certainly wouldn’t picture a summer sea side vacation when I think of a perfect trip.
But I do like a winter sea. Taking a walk by the sea in gloomy weather is something that I definitely would enjoy, if I had lived somewhere that had a sea. But I never really did, so I haven’t had the chance to take many moody, grey walks, staring at the horizon and contemplating life. I feel like it’s something that would quiet the mind. Continue reading “Edinburgh’s sea side”
I’ve been thinking a lot about fog lately. I know, right, weird thing to think about. Well I’ve always liked the fog. It was rare when I was growing up and when it came it always created a sort of mystical melancholy.
When I was in Hallstatt a year and a half ago I was amazed by the clouds crawling around the mountain between the trees. When we went up the mountain we found ourselves in the middle of a cloud and for a while we could barely see the trees under us. I knew there was a whole valley and a lake underneath us, but I could see none of it. It was surreal and beautiful.
The reason why I’ve been thinking more than usual about fog now is that my anxious mind is always trying to scare me with some disaster scenario about the future and I found it pretty effective if, whenever the future pops up in my mind, I just picture fog. After all I can see the future about as effectively as I could see the mountain in that cloud. Then I have no choice but to just look around at the things near me at the moment. And that’s pretty much what I need to do.
It’s late August and I am in Croatia’s capital city with my boyfriend. It’s hot and I feel exhausted. I am finding it hard to enjoy this trip, for some reason I feel too stressed, too displaced, too rushed. I curse myself for deciding to travel south in the summer. I know I am not good with heat, not even a little bit, but here we are. I keep forgetting my needs.
Anyway, we have to explore the city now, we are just here for a couple of days and I don’t want to ruin the trip for my boyfriend. We have a Zagreb Card which gives us free entry to some cool stuff. We already visited the Zagreb City Museum, but I must admit, it was mainly so we could hide from the heat. Otherwise we would have preferred to walk around outside instead of closing ourselves in a museum for hours. In the evening we go to the Zagreb Eye – a tall building in the centre with a bar on top and a full view of the city. Searching for places up high is something we always do when travelling and it never disappoints. And, of course, once there, after some wine and a lot of looking outside, even I have to admit that it would be okay if we stayed a little bit longer.
Being in the centre of Ljubljana you can’t help but notice the castle looming over you from the Castle Hill.
So of course no visit to the city is complete without going up and enjoying the view from up there. When I was in Slovenia a while back, we went up to the castle as a part of the paid walking tour of Ljubljana that’s offered by the tourist information centre. There is a funicular going up to the castle, so already it was scoring points with me – an enemy of stairs. Also I overheard this genius exchange from other people in our group when we were waiting to go up:
“These castles are always so high up and so hard to get to.”
“Yeah…they’re fortresses.” Continue reading “Ljubljana Castle”
This year felt so long. Weird, I know. Usually they fly by. But thinking back I realise this year was fucking ages. So much happened.
I moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend and left the dorm after too many years. I received new responsibilities in my job, which has been stressful at times, but at least it’s progress.
Also I travelled. More than ever before, as far as I can recall. Continue reading “2017 (was ok)”
Koprivshtitsa is a small Bulgarian town in the mountains. It’s where the April uprising of 1876 started. It’s also pretty much frozen in the 19th century. Continue reading “Koprivshtitsa (Копривщица)”
Here’s the thing. I think I travel relatively a lot. I’ve been to 8 countries just this year, even if I still haven’t written about all of them on this blog. Of course it isn’t that hard, when I live in two countries and a couple of others are just a short bus drive away. But this is not the point. Even going to a new city or to a new place in your city is travelling. The point is this:
I am absolutely, completely, gut-wrenchingly terrified of travelling. Continue reading “Travelling with Anxiety”
Haus des Meeres is another zoo in Vienna, this time one that focuses on aquatic life. Just like with the other zoo it took me a couple of years until I finally visited it, because it always seemed to be way too expensive. I came to it, when I didn’t have any other ideas for my boyfriend’s birthday last year. It is located inside an old World War II flac tower and has, apart from sea creatures, some lizards, snakes, bugs, crocodiles and a lot of loud human children running around…
So a year and a half ago I wrote a post titled Znojmo (Part 1 – Above) which seems like a weird title for a post on its own. Or maybe a really hipster one. Like I meant to do it like this.
But the reason is, of course, procrastinating writing the second part. I wanted a separate post for the sweet little Czech town above ground and the catacombs lying hidden underneath and it took me too long to get to the second part and now it’s weird and we don’t like talking about it.
Lets just pretend I did it for the suspense. So here is the long awaited continuation. Continue reading “Znojmo (Part 2 – Below)”