Author: Chris Bounds

It was very hard to leave Vienna, knowing that we had so much more we wanted to see and counting down the hours until we said farewell to the group, with all of us...

Well, contrary to expectations, the trip turned out to be a lot of fun, with our new friends in good form — at some stage I am going to have to write about the...

Sunday was a long, long trip in a minibus which, while not uncomfortable, would not be my favourite way of travelling four or five hundred kilometres. It had the strategic advantage of being able...

Our arrival in Cracow, after four hours of bus travel and five hours touring Auschwitz, could not have come quickly enough, but we realised that we hd come across the prettiest and perhaps most...

Like anyone with an ounce of soul, I came away from the museum moved, horrified, repelled and bemused, the latter because one was confronted with ‘man’s inhumanity to man’. For all the labelling that...

It was a very long day yesterday: when we disembarked from the train in Cracow, we had a two hour trip into the mountains ahead of us on a coach, and then a minibus...

I think we walked our legs off today. A little too enthusiastic about the exercise, we jogged for about six km in the morning and then found that Raf — the tour guide who...