“Excuse me, can you tell me where we can get petrol please?”
“Espanha”.
It’s almost 4pm on a Saturday, we were supposed to be in Galegos an hour ago; we have no petrol, no idea where we are, and the nearest gas station is in Spain… […]
There are times when I feel like I’m swimming underwater to escape a flooded room and if I just hold my breath and keep swimming, I’ll resurface on the other side. Arriving in Portugal has […]
It’s not until I reach the stream at the bottom of the gorge, almost an hour into the route, that the crowds thin and then pretty much disappear, swallowed up by the vastness of the landscape. Finally I can relax and begin to take in my surroundings… […]
Around 800m (2,600ft) below us, the artist’s lake of Hintersee shimmers like a fallen piece of sky in the midst of the pine forest at the foot of the Lattengebirge mountains… […]
A chic boutique hotel with a Michelin starred restaurant, set at the rear of the lovely Plage La Roya in the Gulf of St Florent in northern Corsica. […]
Hitler presented this face of beauty and tranquillity to his diplomatic visitors in a venue as spectacularly picturesque as the plans that were being hatched beneath its façade, were grotesque. […]
Corsica may well be famous for the scent of the maquis, but if I was Corsican and forced to live in exile, it’s the tastes of the island that I would most yearn for… […]
if I were to ask most people to list in order of the least touristy to most touristy how they viewed markets in Barcelona, Tenerife and somewhere like Issigeac… […]
If I’m honest, the words ‘Germany’ and ‘gastronomy’ have never readily coupled in my mind… the reality of our experience versus our preconceptions was both wide of the mark, and on the nose, in equal measure. […]
In a year packed with trails leading into forests, volcanic plains, gorges, valleys and along mountain paths these are five routes which stood out from the rest. […]
Every day at 5pm the Peace Bell is struck to mark the hour and its sonorous chime booms down the valley, rebounding off the mountains, chasing its own echo… […]
And we’ve listened through our elbows, a newly discovered talent that I’m immensely proud of and am almost certain, will one day prove invaluable… […]
From wooden cottages whose roofs bow low to the ground in defiance of the weight of impending winter’s snow, thin columns of white smoke spiral into the sky, perfuming the air… […]
Suddenly the silence was shattered by the thunder of hooves and the cracks of a thousand tiny branches snapping… […]
There’s a thing about some people who like to go off the beaten track. Things they ‘discover’ themselves can often have more value than those in a guidebook. […]
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