The Perils of Public Transport – breakdowns & indecent proposals
The case of the BUS Short sweaty bloke with dodgy sideburns: So how much do you reckon for the chica inglesa? Grizzled old timer…
Destinations
1001 nights: how to choose the perfect Marrakech riad
In Marrakech it’s never “just a bed for the night”. Your whole experience, in our opinion, hinges on your accommodation. Lost of you have…
A sensory journey through Marrakech
Love it or hate it (we’re firmly in the first camp!), Marrakech is one of those places that never fails to evoke a reaction…
Driving up Sani Pass into a gun fight
Gunshots ricocheted across the valley, a fading echo racing up towards the icy Sani Pass ahead. The following silence was eerie, punctuated only by…
Beer for breakfast?
A journey on the overnight train from Chiang Mai to Bangkok “Singha Beer? Singha Beer!” Irritatingly cheerful chanting drifted along the train corridor, gradually increasing…
The question of ‘The Return’
New places v loved places I floated lazily in a natural rock pool, watching the little fish dart around as flower petals tickled my…
Searching for old men of the forest in Borneo
Each time we return from a big trip we agree we should be sensible and pay off what we’ve just spent, as well as saving money…
Mud vs Scorpians – the lesser of two evils
A jungle night trek in the forests of Borneo I hate mud. I hate bugs. And I might just be a little bit scared…
Why do we always end up bird watching?
Ok, so we know what sparrows look like, or ‘Captain Jacks’ as hubbie calls them, and blackbirds are also pretty obvious, unless they’re female….
The Perils of Public Transport – Being taken for a ride
The case of the TAXI DRIVER These must be the richest guys in the world given their rip off tactics, taking particular advantage of weary…
Drakensberg Diaries – giant castles and antbears
The suave Belgian adjusted his cravat as the golden silk dangled perilously close to the steaming bowl of home-made soup. Seated at his side the…
Wine tasting according to hubbie
I love the winelands of South Africa. Maybe because I’m a certified cheese addict and never say no to a glass of red, or…
