A Short Trip to Kosovo and Macedonia 2017

Here in Istanbul, after an unseasonable cool, wet spring, we have been immediately plunged into summer.

Other news chez Farber is that I’ve been suffering with pain in my lower back from the sciatic nerve in my left leg. Years ago I had these problems but thought I had overcome them. Naturally, when they recurred recently, I ascribed them to a ruptured disc, as had been the case in the past. Now, I’m not so sure. I had an MRI two days ago and will discuss the results with a doctor soon.

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Road Trip through Croatia and Bulgaria

August 2011

By the time we’d reached Varna, I was fed-up. We were in our fourth week of traveling through Croatia and Bulgaria, and I was tired of everything associated with a long road trip in countries with unfamiliar languages. It was hot, and my knees were in pain. Adding to my irritation, our hotel was in a seedy part of town. After misreading the listing outside the Opera House and waiting in line at the box office, we learned that we’d missed the performance of “Rigoletto” by a month. The final irritant was coming across an event sponsored by women-targeted cigarette, razor, and magazine companies – short foot races of models wearing tight clothes and high, high heels.

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A Road Trip Thru the Former Yugoslavia

In the spring of 2007 we treated ourselves to a road trip through the countries that made up the former Yugoslavia. We passed through Serbia on our way to Croatia and Bosnia-Herzegovina, then through Montenegro and Albania on our way to Macedonia and Greece. We did the trip Farber style, a day here and two or three days there, but this time instead of using public transportation, we drove our Renault Scenic.

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What We Saw in Romania

In the early morning of July 12, 2006, after an uncomfortable night spent on a broken-down train from Sophia, Kay and I arrived in Bucharest, the capital of Romania.

It was our first visit, and we didn’t stay long since our destination was the Transylvanian city of Braşov, a comfortable two-and-a-half-hour ride north in a modern train. In Braşov’s train station, while I was in the ticket office arranging for our ongoing travel, Kay was approached by a man and uncharacteristically agreed for us to stay in an apartment that had belonged to the man’s late parents.

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