Slow Travel Though Towns and Villages in the Pyrenees
In the case of our last visit to The Pyrenees it was the latter. Long walks across rolling hills, over sharp peaks and through drowsy villages… […]
In the case of our last visit to The Pyrenees it was the latter. Long walks across rolling hills, over sharp peaks and through drowsy villages… […]
The pungent odour of mushrooms is intoxicating, it’s enough to make you want to tear your clothes off and roll naked in damp moss… […]
Konoba Menega is tucked away up a narrow side street away leading from the harbour in Hvar Town to the fortress on the hill. I know, I know – all authentic… […]
Our ascent through the partly rocky, partly grassy gorge to the Refugi d’Ulldeter was one of those climbs where it was difficult not to beam like a loon… […]
There are a handful of restaurants in Pomena on Mljet. Most have full frontal views of a too-pretty-to-be-true emerald lake. One doesn’t… […]
In winter the slopes of the 3000 metre peaks are thick with snow providing ski and snowboarding pistes. In summer the valley opens up for spectacular walks around the peaks and down the gorge following the Núria River. […]
Tucked away in the top of a wardrobe are a couple of pairs of baggy cotton trousers and a load of tops that although not quite dashiki or tie-dye are of a certain ‘travel’ style. […]
Marrakech by its non-alcoholic nature doesn’t have an authentic bar scene… even though it does have a bar scene. […]
His powerful limbs lie, as if in slumber; his noble head, framed by its magnificent mane, lies upon his front paw and in his face is hewn the pain and sorrow of defeat as he exhumes his final breath. Alone. […]
Puerto de Las Nieves and its big brother, Agaete (with which it is almost joined at the hip) are quite quirky little places that deserve more than a passing glance from the car window. […]
“The dangers of Alpine travel may be divided into two classes, the real and the imaginary, and in the retrospect it was found that ours all belonged to the latter.”
Miss Jemima’s Journal 1863 […]
The Hotel Lapad looks like one of those grand hotels from another era, its lovely Victorian façade lending it a style that is befitting of the halcyon days of travel. […]
Within an hour of arriving at the Hotel Podstine in Hvar we are sitting in the sun, overlooking one of those perfect rocky coves that Croatia does so well… […]
It had been a while since we’d cooked boeuf au gratin and we’d completely forgotten how its flavours bring on a completely over the top bout of the ‘bravos’… […]
It was lunchtime. It was hot. We fancied a drink and we were ready for our first snack in Zadar; some local goodie which would get on famously with a bottle… […]
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