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Cologne

After awkwardly waiting at my friend Janne’s door in Cologne for 20 mins pressing the bell, I hid inside the doorstep, hoping people weren’t suspicious of a shady looking bearded character hovering at a locals door. I wondered if I was going to get in. Maybe Janne was sleeping.  Then I started thinking, maybe she…

Sweden

Inevitably I got hit with a dowsy cold upon arrival in Sweden. It was the penance for the pizza fest I’d had in the arctic over the last few days. When you’re trying to spend as little as possible, and the ‘all you can eat’ pizza is the best value for money meal, it kind of…

Norway

The transition to Oslo was smooth, quick and easy. The biggest challenge in Norway, as it was in Iceland, was to find food that wasn’t going to blow holes in my wallet instantaneously. Luckily, by this point I had already learnt to zero in on cheap (cheap being a relative term) places with edible food….

Reykjavik

Finally, it was time to go north. To give my already cold arse it’s first taste of a northern winter and expensive beer. As much of a pain in the arse flying frequently can be, the simple check in these days is crackerjack. Check on online before you get to the airport, get there, do a self…

Netherlands

The first thing I was greeted by after walking out of Amsterdam Zuid station, was bicycles. Hundreds of bicycles, stacked high on dual level bicycle racks, bicycles to the left, bicycles to the right, bicycles in the sky, it was Queen’s ‘Bicycle Race’ in real life… Being so exhausted from… well from eating all that food…

Italy

Allura, I am in Rome, in a bar, finishing my third whiskey, and my second beer. I don’t know where I am exactly but the italian barman and I are having a good conversation about italian tradition, australian culture, german beer and christmas celebrations. I’m in a bar for another sneaky reason too… They serve aperativo –…

Andalusia

I just ate a whole jar of cookies. Don’t ask me what type because i don’t know. They were spanish. They were delicious. So delicious i dug another pack out of the cupboard ate them too. I have a great host and a good friend in Manolo. Salute! The first impression i got of Madrid…

Lisbon and Evora

Some bread, maybe a mixed basket. Prawns cooked in olive oil, garlic and salt. Vinho tinto. Sitting in a simple homely bar called Marisqueira, around the corner from my apartment in Intendente. Evoking childhood memories, it was like being back in my nonno’s kitchen as a little fella. As young goats, all my siblings used…

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