A trip to Sarajevo is not complete without watching the sun set over the city from the Martyrs Cemetery.

I’ve carefully phrased the above subject as I don’t want to pretend that I’m a) not a tourist, and b) not annoying. I am keen though to know what really gets your blood boiling when you’re on the road travelling.

(Image of tourist blatantly ignoring ‘No Photography’ signs at Topkapi Palace in Istanbul, Turkey, 18 October 2009. Jamie McDonald Photography)

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.