Ferran Adriá approaches the chef in front of me. He inserts the tip of a pair of tweezers into what looks like a miniature uncooked egg with a pea instead of yolk. He tastes it, says something to the chef and smiles. I feel relieved on the chef’s behalf. […]
“We should go,” says Maria, “It’s 10.30pm and it will take us half an hour to walk there.”
We mix G&Ts and vodka and Red Bulls for the journey and set off from the Benidorm Plaza Hotel to walk to the Sports City Guillermo Amor. […]
The windows of Benidorm Town Hall have the names of every citizen resident in the town at the time the building was constructed, etched into the glass. […]
“Where’s the castle?” asked the woman as she arrived, breathless, at the top of the turret of Alcozaiba – the iconic bell tower of the Castell de Guadalest.
“It’s not here. There are just some more steps and then nothing,” replied her husband.
And they’re not alone. All around us I can hear people asking how and where they get into the castle. […]
The vision of 33 feet of woman/mermaid/siren glistening and twinkling in the sun like a disco mirror-ball in human form overlooking the A80 in Cumbernauld, Scotland nearly had me choking on my haggis pie. […]
Cuisine and nightlife in Oviedo in Asturias tend to reflect the character of the city – hearty, lively and generous…very, very generous. As tourism is mainly of the Spanish variety, there are no tourist traps as such, just plenty of honest, down to earth eateries and sidrerías […]
We’d recommend that you grab a map from the tourist office and just set off exploring the old town of Oviedo. There’s hardly a street that doesn’t have something of interest. But if we had to pick out our favourite spots, this is what they’d be. […]
It’s strange the nonsense that can pop into your head, but the first reaction my brain had to the vision of the ruddy volcanic cone rising above a strip of pale golden sand was to play Bali Ha’i from musical South Pacific. […]
It’s not enough time. A week would be needed to even begin to do justice to this, “the most perfect Victorian city in the World” as Sir John Betjeman described Glasgow. But it’s all we’ve got and the clock is ticking… […]
The Scots are an ingeniously creative nation. Just about everything that’s useful was created by a Scot (or the Swabians). Take sausages for example. Whilst most of the world make sausages…well sausage shaped, the Scots don’t.
The consummate city centre hotel right in the heart of Glasgow’s shopping centre in easy reach of bus and rail connections. Modern style, comfort and a breakfast that it’s worth flying to Scotland just to enjoy. […]
I defy anyone to sit on the banks of Loch Ness and not to gaze in vain hope at those dark and oh so deep waters. In these troubled days the World needs a bit of magic more than ever and the idea that… […]