The high point of the day?  An irritating essential?  Best consumed in capsule form?

Whatever one’s feelings on breakfast generally, whilst travelling it’s a whole other kettle of fish.  (And sometimes it is in fact a kettle of fish).  Options are more restricted, especially in B&Bs.  Ideally, it should offer a glimpse into local customs . . . more frequently, it’s the sad result of demands from previous western travellers.  Sometimes it’s a culinary goldmine.  And occasionally, it’s just a bit grim (I’m looking at you, Trans-Siberian pot noodle).

I’ve been photographing my breakfasts as I travel across a section of the globe, and I’ll continue updating as we go.  Hover over each picture for a description, and click to enlarge.