Super power turtles at Bangkok’s Banyan Tree
I was busy painting my toenails and Hubbie was earnestly flicking through millions of TV channels in the vain hope of something decent to…
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I was busy painting my toenails and Hubbie was earnestly flicking through millions of TV channels in the vain hope of something decent to…
Hubbie is feeling oh so masculine at the moment! He’s sitting in an arty farty club lounge just along from Bangkok’s gay district, eating…
Is it possible to both love and hate somewhere at the same time? Bangkok is one of those places that travellers are either drawn…
Fancy learning to cook buffalo guts? I’d finally psyched myself up to asking hubbie if he fancied doing a class at Tamarind Cooking School with…
This is a review of a day trip to Kuang Si Falls from Luang Prabang with Banana Boat Laos. A couple of months ago…
A day ago I would have found nothing quite so terrifying as a gigantic hairy spider scuttling past just milimetres from my bare leg,…
Top things to do in Luang Prabang They told me 5 nights in Luang Prabang was too long. They told me the town is no…
We’d arrived exhausted and late in Bali, and after a couple of hours in a stuffy taxi had finally reached the sublime Bambu Indah…
We just had to stay at the Addo Dung Beetle Guest Farm. With a name like that and being a stone’s throw away from…
Updated Spring 2021 In England wild camping it is illegal. But also lots of fun! There’s nothing quite like a spot of wild camping…
I stared at the storm of flies buzzing frenziedly around the steaming entrails. Trickles of blood were slowly creeping along the furrows of the dried mud track and I couldn’t rid…
Maybe it was because it was grey and raining. Maybe it was because I couldn’t help but compare it to my beloved cities in…