Riads that put Scheherazade to shame
byYou can’t visit Marrakech without staying in a riad. It’s a simple truth. Don’t argue with me, don’t get distracted by the glitz coming from…
Destinations
The Perils of Public Transport – breakdowns & indecent proposals
byThe case of the BUS Short sweaty bloke with dodgy sideburns: So how much do you reckon for the chica inglesa? Grizzled old timer…
1001 nights: how to choose the perfect Marrakech riad
byIn 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
byLove 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
byGunshots ricocheted across the valley, a fading echo racing up towards the icy Sani Pass ahead. The following silence was eerie, punctuated only by…
The question of ‘The Return’
byNew 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
byEach 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…
Why do we always end up bird watching?
byOk, so we know what sparrows look like, or ‘Captain Jacks’ as hubbie calls them, and blackbirds are also pretty obvious, unless they’re female….
Drakensberg Diaries – giant castles and antbears
byThe 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
byI love the winelands of South Africa. Maybe because I’m a certified cheese addict and never say no to a glass of red, or…
Electrocution showers and wasp pancakes – paradise in Guatemala
by“So just how long are we staying here?” demanded hubbie, dodging yet another flying stream of excrement from a dive-bombing toucan. “Just until I work…
How not to smuggle in the Galapagos
byHubbie and I were relaxing in the airport departure lounge (more of a ‘shed’ really) after spending the final week of our South American honeymoon ogling blue…