http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/The-Nomad/ Travel adventures in journals and photos from The Nomad en-us Mon, 28 Dec 2009 18:16:56 +0000 Mon, 28 Dec 2009 18:16:56 +0000 Attention ladies and gentlemen We regret to inform you that the pilot has been unable to make it in today and we cannot supply another so Im afraid this flight is now cancelled. Please go down collect your luggage and make your way to the Alitalia service desk to arrange another flightThis is definitely not the way I wanted the day to start. My flight being cancelled is one thing but the proble http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/blog-233704.html Sorry for the lateness of this blog I've been a bit lazy. Still better late than never.Rio is an amazing city but I did manage to leave a few times. The first time was just after Brazil's thrashing of Equador when Carla and I headed to Morro de So Paulo in the Brazilian state of Bahia. We caught a flight to the city of Salvador and then a boat to the Island. We met a local who was going on our http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/blog-221526.html What do you do when you meet someone who lives one the other side of the world What do you do when you hate your job so much you cant wait to tell your boss to go and... pleasure himself Well you jump on a plane and fly to Rio de Janeiro of course...I met Carla who's a Carioca native in Berlin and really hit it off. Since I've always wanted to go to Brazil anyway I thought this is the bes http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Rio-de-Janeiro/Rio-de-Janeiro/blog-209881.html The old childhood joke goes Greenland is all ice and Iceland is all green. Well I don't know maybe Greenland is all ice but Iceland isn't without it either. However for a country that nips at heels of the Arctic Circle it shouldn't be a great surprise.We arrived in Reykjavk the world's most notherly capital late at an airport a long way from the city so by the time we got into town it was r http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Iceland/blog-201484.html We walked over the border and hitched a bus. The bus was heading for Ioannina the largest hub in the area so we had no choice but to go there. Once we arrived we sussed out the buses headed to our destination of Kalambaka and found one heading there at 3pm 3 hours away. We set up temporary camp at a nearby restaurant where the waiter didn't speak English but did speak German. We get some food http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Greece/Thessaly/Meteora/blog-145204.html Traveling 101 Get locals to work for you This is one of my travel rules more accurately guidelines If you don't know something a local will hence get info from them or get them to organise things for you. Get is a strong work maybe persuade... hmm no too manipulative well lets call it acquiring the help of the knowledge laden locals. So what am I talking about Well I don't really http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Denmark/Region-Hovedstaden/Copenhagen/blog-147851.html It's been a busy time for me here in Berlin. I've done and seen so much time has flown by. So what have I been up to1 The LanguageThe main reason for me to relocate to Berlin was to learn German. I was lucky or unlucky enough to be born in an English speaking country which has it's good and bad sides. The good side is that English is pretty much the worlds most widely spoken language which gen http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/District-of-Berlin/Berlin/blog-156092.html Previously on Camo's Blog When is the next bus to Albania There is no bus you can't get to Albania from here The Blog continues I put my head in my hands. Everyone we had asked had said there would most likely be services from here. I guess most likely isn't good enough. A glimmer of hope breaks through when the man says BUT I look up like a dog in hope of receiving a treat. If you w http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Albania/blog-143768.html Back in 2000 when I left school we had like every other school in Oz a Formal. That grand evening when you and your class mates dress to the nines and try to act like adults. My partner for that evening was Sarah. She was a close friend of mine at school and as it turned out we lost contact after that and I never saw her again. That is until I get a random email one day late last year from her. http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Ireland/County-Dublin/blog-176466.html The mountainous scenery guides us to our first stop Mostar. We met a New Zealand girl Emma along the way who was traveling alone so joined us for a while. We had a young girl waiting for us at the bus station who took us to where we were to stay. She spoke very good English so I chatted with her and found that she grew up in Mostar moved to Norway during the war then returned to her home that http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Bosnia-and-Herzegovina/blog-138628.html After a long train ride via Croatia go figure we arrived in Belgrade. Emma had a hostel in mind so we jumped the terrifying rattly tram and headed for the top of the city. After a bit of wandering around we finally found it but to our dismay it was full. The next hour and a half saw us wandering around the city in search of accommodation. We got lucky as we passed one hostel that no one had se http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Serbia/West/Belgrade/blog-140578.html We left the EU behind us when we crossed the border from Slovenia into Croatia only 7 km south of Piran. It was obvious straight away as the roads were bumpier the buildings were crumbling a bit more and the border security guard was very suspicious as to why we were here what we were doing where we were staying and for how long. The trip from the border to our first stop Pula was great. We http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Croatia/blog-135237.html I was depressed that morning. For some reason I didn't feel that bad when I left home but leaving Olney was harder. I had been living there on and off for about a year and maybe it was the thought that I wouldn't see most of those people again that did it. The whole bus trip down to Stansted Airport I felt alone and a little sad. Rohan sent me a message saying he would meet me in Ljubljana tha http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Slovenia/blog-131848.html There is a feeling in the air when you arrive at the Monaco Monte Carlo Train station. You walk down the marble hallways and sun hits you in the face as you walk onto the street. The air carries a certain aroma it has the smell of money. Everywhere you look there are Ferrari's driving the streets luxury yachts filling the harbour and a lot of high numbers on menus. Only a stones throw from Nice http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Monaco/blog-93704.html It wasn't the sign that persuaded me that I was in Italy it was a little road side stop. On our way from Innsbruck we stopped at a little service station that had a tiny store. The first thing I noticed were the products. No Homebrand chips or dodgy crap it was like a specialty store. Little jars of food sauces and spreads that makes the mouth water. I reluctantly bought a premade sandwich I http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Veneto/Venice/blog-93004.html The sign saying Bundesrepublik Deutschland welcomes me to Germany for the 3rd time this year and I wasn't sighing about either. Our destination was the scenic Rhine Valley. As we found our way the city of Koblenz we followed the road that lines the Rhine River and it was a spectacular sight. Small village after small village sit waters edge. Where there is no vines covering the valley there are c http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/blog-92997.html Luxembourg is a small country. After crossing the border which is the type of border crossing I like at about 130kmh we spent the next 15 minutes getting to the centre of the country both geographically and politically. Luxembourg City maybe the capital but it has not a large city feel. You could almost confuse it for a average town if it were not for the amazing hisotry and sights. As we dro http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Luxembourg/Luxembourg-City/blog-91113.html Brussels is a heady mix of full flavoured and extra strength beer dark rich chocolate magnificent buildings and horrible city planning. When I past through last time I was not excited about going back but after a short stay I was glad to go back. It's an interesting city not exactly the cleanest or the nicest smelling but definately pleasent enough. It's not a place that makes an effort to i http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Belgium/Brussels-Capital-Region/Brussels/blog-90241.html The line to go through security at the airport was enormous. In fact it was so big that there was even a waiting area to get on to the end of the line. We cruised through eventually and after a short flight we arrived in Amsterdam. We caught the train into the centre and away we walked to our hostel. The smell of marijuana fills the air and sex shop after sex shop is an overwhealming sight. We hi http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Netherlands/North-Holland/Amsterdam/blog-89737.html I met up with the lads in London after a delayed flight from Glasgow. I was lead to the hostel room and was hit with a smell that was so rancid it nearly made me throw up. The corner of the room was wet so there was constant smell of wet carpet that we nick named the COS Corner of Stench After seeing most of their desired sights the day before we only saw a few extra things. One thing we did se http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/blog-89270.html