Bratislava to Sarajevo? Wasn’t it meant to be Bratislava to Thessaloniki? A cursory check that I had the right departure time before leaving the hostel for the airport alerted me to something that was very wrong. Suspends operations??? SkyEurope bankrupted, and around five hours before we were due to fly the fleet was grounded. So what to do?

Tokaj; a great little town. Population is around 2000 which is just a nudge over the number of people in the town where I spent my formative years in Australia. Famous across the world for their wine, the Tokaj Aszu even gets a mention in the national anthem, not bad for a drop of grape juice hey?

Three weeks ago I arrived in London weary and excited, and that’s where I pick up this blog from.
I envy travel writers that must make such perfect diary entries be it scrawled on a blank piece of newspaper, on a napkin at a restaurant, or neatly in their little laptop sitting on the cafe table. I just can’t keep up to be honest, between photographing, exploring, eating and just taking it in the blog has been left to sit idle. Which as it turns out is a bit slack as …

London; so far so good…

Air Asia flight D72008 to Stansted was early, and I’d slept like a baby with valium dabbed on the dummy. Though I initially found it all a bit chaotic to get a train to the terminal and then queue for about 20 minutes to get to Mr Immigration I was told by fellow travellers that it was a god-send compared to Heathrow, so I’ll take it as a positive.

Those three countries sounds pretty whirlwind given that it’s only a touch over a fortnight ago when I was still in China. The truth though is that my time in South East Asia has been pretty quiet with a lot of lazing around.

D5675, Shanghai South Railway Station to Hangzhou, 17.58 scheduled arrival time. This wasn’t a train that I was anticipating sitting on. A couple of weeks ago I booked a flight from Shanghai to Kuala Lumpur on Air Asia X. I never took too much notice of the airport as I figured I’d sort it out when I arrived in Shanghai.