In the province of Bordeaux, about an hour bus ride outside of Bordeaux proper, is the quaint, provincial appellation d’origine contrôlée (AOC) of Saint-Émilion. Upon disembarking the bus here, your eyes will be delighted with the sight of hundreds upon hundreds of acres of vineyards, dozens of wine châteaux, and the gorgeous town of Saint-Émilion, the crown jewel of the area straight out of a fairytale.
Known as the Gateway to the Grand Canyon, Williams is one of the original pit stops on historic Route 66, which still runs through the center of town to this day. Capitalizing on its colorful history, the town of Williams has frozen in time, with many of the building still standing as a living, breathing gateway to the past.
Frothy beer served in frosty-cold glass beer steins. Frocks reminiscent of a Brothers Grimm storybook. Pretzels as large as your head dusted in hail-sized salt. A brisk chill in the air that is no match for the heady warmth rising from the alcohol in your core. It’s the season of Oktoberfest, and if you’re anything like me (@lifeofbusynothings), you’re deeply in your element in this autumnal celebration.
How should you maximize your time in Charleston? Here, I will share with you our itinerary, what we recommend, and what was not worth the time or expense.
The crowd spilled out into Jamaa Lafna Square like a waterfall into a lake. One moment, we were elbow to elbow in a narrow walkway, and the next, I found myself thrust into the bustling and vivacious town square.
Did you know that only 1% of all tourists at the Grand Canyon actually make it to the bottom? Over 99% of all people who visit the Grand Canyon are unable to make it all the way to the bottom of the inner canyon, or even below the Rim!
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Rule number one of shopping in the Souks? Haggle, haggle, and then haggle some more.
Traveling alone, I found myself very suspicious of the people around me, nervous of any pickpockets who might attempt to steal my cash and identity. My hostel was situated just outside of the city center, in what must have been a residential area, as there were no shops to be found, and very little foot traffic. My antennae went up, the heckles on my neck raised.
Kammy Hostel is centrally located right outside of the labrynth of bazaars and souks. There are no doors to the rooms, and no lockers. However, there is a nice sense of community that convincingly reassures travelers that their belongings are safe. Regardless, distrustful as I am, I did end up hiding my most important valuables (passport, plane tickets, etc) underneath my mattress.