Britt

It should not be denied… that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led West. Wallace Stegner

My final post for Euro Trip extravaganza is dedicated to my travel buddy Jenna. We decided to do this trip almost one year ago. We were both pretty hammered at my roommate Nik’s wedding. Doing the whole oh man I love you, we are so awesome bit. Jenna was saying I should come to Europe [...]

From +35C to 70 kph winds blaring off the Atlantic. Welcome back to Icleand. We got back around 5pm and settled into one of my favorite places in the world, Kex Hostel. It’s just so warm, cozy, interesting, designed in the most kitschy old world cool way. We went for dinner around 9pm, thinking it [...]

We’ve arrived in Köln (Cologne), Germany! And the first Deutsch I’ve spoken? Zwei bier, bitte. My German classes really did come in handy. The first view of Köln was amazing, I actually said I’m amazed. We walked out of the station directly in front of the Kölner Dam, an insanely beautiful gothic style church. After [...]

İçmeler is only a 10min domas ride from Marmaris. There aren’t really any bus stops so you just yell and wave when one passes. The doors don’t even close before the bus starts moving so you gotta hang on. It dropped us in the middle of a swarm of sweaty tourists rushing to buy genuine [...]

Which one is better? Definitely sea turtles. So pretty much dying, Jenna and I were up at 8am to head to Dalyan. It was about a two hour drive and we stopped at this lame touristy mud bath thing. It ws built obviously for tourists, but there was a hot spring there. But it was [...]

We were warned or cautioned against going to bar street even by some Turkish people. Mostly because of the hassle and harassing you’ll end up with. A couple Turkish guys we met, Hakan and Farhat took us down to the beach last night for some beer. Ive changed their names here as we met them [...]

Wake up call at 7am, joy. Our hotel was ummmm pretty gnarly to say the least and we slept without using the blankets that hadn’t been washed in twenty years. I had some cucumbers, spilled my tea all over my bread and got going to Pumakkle. We could actually see it from the hotel but [...]

Right now i’m sitting on a patio beside Pummakle, the sounds of the call to Mosque echoing through the night. Except for when it stops and the bartender kicks in house music. Ok so how did I get here….Bright and early we met up with Sophie and Kristof in the lobby to head to Ephesus. [...]