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Our adventure on the Trans Mongolian Express would take us from Moscow to Ulaanbataar to Beijing. The actual time spent on a moving train would be 6 days, 2 hours and 13 minutes covering 7,622 kil
Just a stone's throw from the Red Square and Kremlin you can purchase that Bentley you've had your eye on. Right in the center of Moscow, next to one of the world's most historical
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A dreary day made a dramatic backdrop to a afternoon of sight seeing in Moscow. Moscow has a knack the dramatic. The massive churches with gleaming cupolas, the imposing concrete towers
My memories were blurry, but the more Beau and I drove into Russia the more they became clear again. When I was 12 years old my dad brought me to Moscow. The band my dad plays in was tra
Kas was everything we had been dreaming of when we decided to board a plane south, rent a car, and follow the coast. Finally, we found the Turkey that you see in all the pictures and advertisem
After a nice few days in Istanbul, we decided to fly south to Antalya, rent a car and drive along the Mediterranean coast of southern Turkey. The plan was to stay only the first night in Antaly
We made time for the Grand Bazaar, in Istanbul, twice! The first time Jevan, Casey, Beau and I went to the Bazaar we were so distracted by all the food and spices that we became too exhausted a
As Beau described in his food post, the Pera neighborhood is the place to go when your belly starts talking to you. It is also a place to fill your appetite for design. Several of the re