As good as my cooking class was yesterday, I suspect the shrimp paste used in a few dishes gave me a hint of gout. Luckily though walking is good for gout and helps break down the crystals formed in the…
Masterchef Malaysia
I always feel that a cooking class with a local is a great travel experience. Not only do you learn a skill from your travels that you bring home with you, but you directly help locals who want to share…
Georgetown
I arrived in Penang, quite late at night but felt I had to hit the streets on a Saturday night and find something tasty. It was also no coincidence that my dinner consisted of Jetstar muffin and I was starving. …
Shnorhakalut’yun
Today was our final day in Armenia and our final day travelling together. We have both very much enjoyed Georgia and Armenia after discussing it for a number of years, so it was good we finally made it here. Claire…
Armenian Taxi Adventure
After an early breakfast, where I ate too many of the little pancakes, we headed off to find a taxi to take us on our adventure for today. The first taxi we saw had an older driver and his price…
Armenian Family Roadtrip
Yesterday we left our comfy Haghpat hotel and were driven for about an hour to the next major town where we transferred to another car, which was driven by our driver’s son. We are not sure why but suspect the…
Monasteries of Debed Canyon
Todays plan was to visit four more monastries in the Debed Canyon. We are staying near the UNESCO listed Haghpat monastery which was built between 967 and 991, although the bell tower was added in the 13th century. We have visited…
Avoid the yellow Lada
We left Sighnaghi at 8:30 am. The streets were quite empty and the sound of our bags rolling along the cobblestones probably changed that. A lone yellow Lada taxi was waiting for a fare as it had done the day…
History and Wine
We started the day with a hunt for breakfast and being Sunday, Sighnaghi was very much asleep. We went back to the cafe that found us a guesthouse and they were open and sold us some khachapuri and our other…
Horsing around
We chose to leave Kazbegi in a marshrutka or known to us westerners as a minibus. For me, it was a most uncomfortable ride as my knees wouldn’t fit in behind the seat and the driver took the hairpin bends like he didn’t…