Category Archives: Travel

Prisoners on the motu

His eyes widened as he threw one hand across his mouth in horror. The lights flickered and thunder rumbled in the background as he gasped the prophetic warning; “Then you will be prisoners on the motu!” Okay, maybe the lights … Continue reading

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Not all about Brando

I have a long held belief that while travelling you should ‘get it over and done with.’ The practical application of this means frontloading your initial day/s in a particular place with as many of the activities, excursions or things … Continue reading

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Assisted bathing

The Turkish bath or Hamam is, according to many, a must for a visit to Turkey. I investigated a couple in the Old City area while we were staying in Istanbul but most of the reviews I found about them … Continue reading

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New year, new place, old friends

I subscribe to a couple of blogs. One of these sent me a New Year—New Beginnings themed blog a couple of days ago and invited to reflect on how I had used the first few days of the new year … Continue reading

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Romanus eunt domus

My first impression of Rome was perhaps not the most favourable. We caught a shuttle to the Termini main station and walked, from there, to our accommodation off of Piazza Vittorio. Within five minutes of disembarking, I had seen three … Continue reading

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It’s pronounced ‘How-da’

With not even a full day booked in Amsterdam, I thought our visit would consist of a visit to the Anne Frank Museum, a general admire of the canals and a little bit of vague, unguided sightseeing ie. we would … Continue reading

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Alice, Jack and rotten grapes

So this is a blasphemy of sorts for me, but I may have been more excited about lunch at Heston Blumenthal’s The Fat Duck than I was about meeting  the real Father Christmas in the Arctic Circle. It was a … Continue reading

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