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7 Days in Hungary

Prostitutes and beggars hang out in front of kebab shops waiting to ensnare unsteady drunks. Loud English and Australian tourists hollar into bars and out of clubs. And me, I’m just walking through. Suitcase rolling along in one hand, the other patting down the pockets, phone in the left, wallet in the right. Over my […]

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The Bums of Budapest

There was a homeless man just around the corner from here snarling and muttering to himself by the side of an old building. He was using a concrete window sill to roll a cigarette and as I walked past I noticed with shock that his fevered mutterings were not in Hungarian but in English. “They’re […]

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Night Train to Budapest

“Sob! Sob!” He had stood up suddenly and was looking out the window and yelling. “I’m sorry?” “Szob! We’re in Szob! My brother lives in Szob.” Just then our phones beeped simultaneously; “Welcome to Hungary. A call home will cost you $4 a minute.” We’d boarded the train together in Warsaw and were the only […]

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Waiting for a Train in Poland

Polish people cringe when I tell them my first experience of this country was the train station at Katowice in 2010. 

The cold concrete interior, swathes of wandering homeless, and an open air butchers shop that filled the station with the dead smell of raw meat are a few of the impressions I’ve retained from […]

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A Village with No Pub

In a small village in greater Poland there are farms, houses, two identical conveniences stores, side by side, and a memorial to local pilots who defended the home land during the Second World War.  There was, however, something missing. It took me a couple of hours to realise exactly what. “Where’s the local pub?” I […]

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Russians in Prague

Tourists cram the streets and the buildings can be so beautiful it almost seems fake. Still, somehow Prague clings to its Eastern Bloc edginess; outside of the main centre the monolithic living quarters are yellow and harsh and ugly, and there’s a slight strangeness between the cracks in the city that remind you that history […]

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Don’t Feed the Chickens

The car was waiting for us as we ambled off the Ferry, still nauseous from the choppy last hour of the journey. Two others were in the car with us, people we didn’t know who’d be sharing a ride. “It’s $10 each.” Sue said to them. She collected their money, and then turned to me. “$10?” […]

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We Met a Man in Vienna

We met a man in Vienna. It was late and we had a long journey back to Poznan. The train arrived at the station at around half 10 at night, and we lugged our suitcases on board and shuffled along to find our compartment. Waiting for us inside was a handsome though dishevelled gentlemen, in […]

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Woken By the Chinese Military

I woke to the sound of the Chinese military training in the courtyard next door. Shouting “1,2,3,4” in unison, the student soldiers marched and jogged their way up and down in impressive form. Wandering down the stairs I snapped a few surreptitious photos, before realising that the guards didn’t care about me and my iPhone. […]

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Notes from Somewhere

It’s sunny, finally. The light enters through the lacy curtains and illuminates the small room. There are pot plants sitting morosely in the corner and I’m playing Steve Earle and Townes Van Zandt through my laptop to try and infuse the domestic environment with some of the spirit of the road. The communist style apartment […]

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