It was decadent and felt slightly ridiculous but it had to be done. After all, when else would I have the chance to sip Kir Royale in a hot tub on a luxury barge slowly making its way through Burgundy? As I sat in the warm bubbles sipping bubbles and crème de cassis from the
… This is a guest post by Mike McLeish of the bicycle blog Pinch-Flat … A phrase that struggles to strum up images of adventure is “health and safety.” Instead, the words conjure up images of rules, regulations and high visibility. None of that sounds particularly inspiring, except when talking about cycling. A country
I hadn’t expected Judy Garland to appear at an Alice in Wonderland themed afternoon tea in central London, but here she was. Well, the memory of her, anyway. As I opened a child’s jewellery box to reveal sugar cubes inside a tiny ballerina started turning to the sounds of Somewhere Over The Rainbow. I’d already
“This is like a scene out of Disney’s Jungle Cruise!” Captain Zac was right. As we gently cruised along a narrow stretch of inky water surrounded by lush vegetation that was so very very green it almost looked fake, it did feel like we were on a Disney ride. Or perhaps in a Disney film.
Road trips rock. There’s something really special about getting together with friends or family and hitting the road together to explore somewhere new. Stopping in little towns, chatting to the locals, seeing new things and trying new foods along the way. I’ve had some wonderful, memorable road trips with friends in the USA, Europe and
Sometimes you assume something about the place you’re going to which turns out not to be true. Travelling to Myanmar for the first time I thought that I would see lots of Burmese cats sunning themselves on windowsills or watching the world go by from their various clever cat vantage points. After all, this is
“Dear Guest, These villas are built beneath the canopy of the Rain Forest. As such some wild animals like monkeys, squirrels, birds and insects could be your frequent visitors. Please do not leave your doors and windows open as these animals may disturb your peaceful stay in your villa.” As I read these words on
Hate is strong word. Which is why I say instead that I really, really don’t like ski boots. Really. And unfortunately those clunky uncomfortable things are quite central to skiing. But this week in the Australian alpine resort of Falls Creek, I discovered a wonderful way to explore the snow that doesn’t involve putting my feet into