Every time the snow covers the ground, the fine people of London get creative with snowmen, snow animals and general snowy scenes.
My Inner Traveller and Inner Environmentalist, two very fiery characters, debate whether or not I should go travelling.
You’ve heard of dairy farmers playing music to their herd to relax them into squeezing out more milk, right? It’s old news. Well, I just met a bison bull with a penchant for Elton John’s ‘Tiny Dancer’. We were driving through the Lake Audy Bison Range in Riding Mountain National Park, Manitoba, keeping our eyes … Read more
To set the record straight, I am 29. I will be 30 later this year (and I’m absolutely fine with this, by the way…). Why they thought I was fresh out of university, I don’t know, but I do seem to be developing a trend of misassumption about me…
Here’s my proposal: US border guards and park rangers swap jobs for a week. Channel 4 should take this up as one of their quality fly-on-the-wall documentaries…
Dear Reader, you will, I know, be nothing less than thrilled, delighted and relieved to hear that my hair returned to its bouncy, shiny self as soon as we battled our way past those disagreeable border patrol guards and arrived in the United States. My bonce has had a traumatic nine months, losing sight of … Read more
Who you’re with can make or break a trip. Everyone knows that. You choose your travelling partner carefully and you respect them, just as you expect them to respect you, if you have any self respect, that is.
What makes travel harder are those travellers you don’t choose to travel with, yet end up in the company of, forced to listen to their drivel until your ears bleed.
A rant against travellers who insist on seeing the ‘real’ or ‘authentic’…
The view from the minibus I travelled in from Cariari (gateway to Costa Rica’s Tortuguero National Park) to La Fortuna (for viewing the lava flows of Volcan Arenal) was pleasant enough. But utterly ruined by the constant rabbiting between the driver and two other passengers.
Persons A and B are locked in a room overnight. So are some mosquitoes. Person A is smothered in insect repellent. Person B wears none. Person A wakes up with bites on toes, ankles, hands and face. Person B has none. Guess which person I am.