Asturias

The Curious Tale of San Pedro’s Fish

August 31, 2011 Jack 0

Two things strike you when see the pez de San Pedro in fish markets in Costa Brava. The first is that as fish go, he’s a real loser in the looks department. This is one ugly fish… […]

Asturias

The Sleeping Lion of Covadonga in Asturias

August 25, 2011 Jack 0

I had no idea where I was, but from the towering spires of a grandiose church, glowing golden in the sun’s last rays, it was obvious that this was no ordinary hamlet in the forest. This was, I was told in almost reverential tones by our guide, Covadonga.
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Asia

Yangtse River Cruise Part 2, Life on the River

August 24, 2011 Jack 4

The weather was grim and the limestone cliffs rising up from the river were often shrouded in a grey mist that drained the colour from their slopes, whilst the waters swirled a murky brown. There were sampans on the river… […]

Asia

Yangtse River Cruise Part 1, Arrival

August 21, 2011 Jack 1

It was a shocker of a night; I was wet and woozy, disoriented to the point of being dumb. All I knew was that a diminutive Chinese man was gesturing that I should follow him down a rather dark and threatening alley… […]

Asturias

Wine in Asturias From Cangas del Narcea

August 18, 2011 Jack 0

Just as the green valleys and rolling rivers of proud Asturias are little known outside of Spain, the wine produced on verdant Asturian slopes is a secret to many Spanish. Asturias in northern Spain is simply not known for its wine. […]

Great Britain

The Magical Creatures of Blackmuir Wood in Strathpeffer

August 9, 2011 Jack 1

The lilac grasses in front of us rustled and swayed with just a bit more vigour than if the movement had been caused by a gentle summer’s breeze. It was enough to draw our eyes to a vision that stopped us dead in our tracks and stole the breath from our bodies. […]

Great Britain

A Taste of Urban Grit – Glasgow in Photos

August 5, 2011 Jack 0

Mad, bad and dangerous to know. That’s what I thought about Glasgow growing up ‘doon the water’ in Rothesay. It always felt as though there was an undercurrent of violence simmering just beneath the surface… […]