Eastern Europe with Busabout

Everything glowed orange, flooded in the warmth of the almost-gone sun. The mountain alive with the laughter and shutter clicks of our group of adventurers as we said our goodbyes to the long day of bus travel just passed. We’d all met only hours before in the cozy hostel common room, hasty hike plans set…

Libya, Before Time.

Nader smiled at me from the front of the bus. He was young, about 25 and infinitely excited about his first busload of tourists, necks craning to look out the windows of the ancient bus that was carting us, at a rickety snail pace, up the side of a mountain to Gasr- Al Haj. Nadar has…