Category: Travellers Tales

Sometimes, the best fun is what you make yourself. We were too peeved with mass humanity to want more tourism, so we spent the day wandering and catching experiences by chance. Our morning walk...

Every now and then one makes a decision that has consequences out of all proportion to the plan. It seemed simple: the last major tourist jaunt in Paris before some general site-seeing. Snow and...

Monday looked warmer than Sunday, but I think we have never been as cold (and we thought we had come well prepared). Our plan was to sort out some travel arrangements for the rest...

If I keep writing at this level of detail, we will need to wake early each morning to chronicle. Our goal was d’Orsay, but we found ourselves outside la Madeleine and popped inside for...

Of course, we woke far too early. Jet lag kicked in at five in the morning and Paula was ready to party. With the temperature at -4 degrees outside, we were’t going anywhere soon,...

Forgive the lack of accents on various French words. I have been to lazy to sort this out. We have arrived and sit together in bed after 36 hours of travelling, jet lagged but...

We’ve been sitting in a great cafe called Pain Quotidien, enjoying a remarkable brunch of organic breads, ham and drinks. It’s freezing outside – literally – and the queues for the Eurostar are huge,...

So how does one describe the experience of the stopover? Is it one of those rites of passage that all those who travel to and from Australia must endure? Paula describes Bankok Airport as...

Naturally, this is copied from the typed-up copy as I didn’t have a blog until 2010! This bit goes from London to the Lake District. There will eventually be a slideshow… Date: Tuesday 5...