Just north of Chisinau, on the road to the Cricova winery, there’s a devious little speed trap in a 300 meter long, little buttfuck settlement, barely large enough to be named and nowhere near large enough to appear on any maps. The two cops in this almost-town have absolutely nothing…

Hi, my name is Paul Kilduff and I have written the book that has been Ireland’s best selling non-fiction work for the past two months – Ruinair.  It’s a humorous travelogue around Europe. Why does Ryanair ‘suck’ as an airline? I will allow their Chief Executive Michael O’Leary to reply…

My 12-odd regular readers may have taken note that I never have guest bloggers here at KB. If you’ve assumed that this is because I’m not very good at sharing, you hit it right on the button. I drink wine alone with the lights out and the shades drawn for…

Bucharest was pretty dreadful, but I’ve had worse. Naples comes to mind – and that hellhole Andorra la Vella. Or that time in Los Angeles, when I drove from UCLA to Orange County… Nevertheless, I won’t be buying property in Bucharest soon or even investing in a 10-ride metro card….

Actually, I don’t really have anything else to say to you guys. I board a flight in just over 24 hours and as soon as I touch the ground in Bucharest, I’ll be a blur of over-Red Bulled, under-rested, stress-addled, bilingual jabbering motion for the next four weeks. I could…

Although it breaks all the rules of travel writing – I say that like I ever learned them in the first place – I’m going to start this destination report on Saipan on a negative note, so I can get the bad juju out of the way and spend the…