Travel&Lifestyle

APRIL

Dhow and Out in Mozambique

After lunch the Gringos snooze and swim some more. The crew find a mast and sail from somewhere in the bowels of the boat and hoist it for the homeward journey. Skimming along the waves at a great rate of knots, another round of tea is served with freshly made popcorn (is there no end to the uses of a bonfire on a boat?) I am beginning to be seriously impressed with our Mozambican sailors and wonder if they couldn’t be tempted to accept a job in Woolwich catering corporate weekends? Read more →
FEBRUARY

The Trieste Bora

We were in Trieste, Italy, for a romantic weekend break and had arrived by train from Venice. However, the TV weather report consisted of an explosion of exclamation marks lacerating the northeastern extremity of the country. Hundred mile-per-hour gusts had ruined our vacation. The Adriatic was frozen. I didn’t think moving water could freeze. Read more →
FEBRUARY

Travelling in Fiji

Mereoni, Lemeki and I lap up the hot sweet tea. Picking on the homemade coconut pancakes we sit cross-legged in the kitchen of their tin shack silently wondering where the taxi is. There’s not a lot else we can do but wonder with no telephone, no mobile, no PC. We are waiting for the taxi to take us from Nadi – Fiji’s capital - to Lemeki’s childhood home, Vatukacevaceva, and my new home for the next three days. Read more →
DECEMBER

In 12 Hours: Hope and Despair in Oxford

At 11.30am I was sent a booking confirmation for my two-night stay in Oxford. My bag in the car and the route roughly in my head; I drove away without thinking why. At 11.30pm the same evening, I was composing a cancelation email for my further night’s stay. My bag still in the car, I dressed in the day’s familiar clothes and left my tidy room behind. This is what happened in between. Read more →
OCTOBER

Essay Saturday: In Bruges

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of how nice it would be, if I was here in this most romantic of cities with a love interest instead of my dear friend. Surely deep down Rhi and I knew we’d swiftly ditch the other into the nearest canal should Mr Farrell come barrelling round the corner all guns blazing to sweep us off our feet. And it would be no hard feelings… Read more →
JULY

A Peek Into Britain’s Drinking Culture

Britain is known for its drinking culture, its pub tradition of drinking until you can barely stand. A report by the World Health Organisation placed England as the 13th highest country for heavy drinking. For such a small country, it’s a very high ranking and a frightening statistic, but I doubt it comes as a surprise. Read more →