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The greatest stories of the past become what we call history today .These travel blog posts bring to life the best and the worst moments of history that can still be found by travelling around the world today…
Around the corner is the Old Quarter. Around the corner is the vision of Hanoi [...]
The Cour des Loges Hotel Review As hotels go, the Cour des Loges didn’t need [...]
Yes, this is supposed to be a site about unusual journeys and, yes, tulips in Amsterdam are about as unusual as finding a long queue and a surly stare at airport security. But…
When the change came, the island held its breath. What would happen the following day?
Would people turn up to work? Or would they leave?
The problem, if you happened to be a slave owner, was that slaves just kept on dying. It was bad for business. Arguably, this also caused problems if you happened to be a slave, but…
It only takes two hundred and thirty nine steps to reach a completely different city. To reach a song from the past that hauntingly blends with the snow that falls without sound.
Part two about slavery in Barbados – and how it’s not what you might expect.
The Club, Barbados My room has the perfect view. At dawn, sparkle spills across the [...]
I love the medieval city of Girona, although a city this size scarcely seems large [...]
A non-descript side street, a stained white wall. Paint peeling from the window frames and sidelong glances from passersby.
Stopping for a drink in Sydney’s deadliest district…
The final instalment of the Iron Route Journey. East, West, Good, Bad, Win, Lose, Draw.
Another look at 1989.
Sometimes things go wrong in life. The printer at the car hire company breaks, the sat nav doesn’t work, the
It was the second time I’d stood on the banks of the Vltava River in Prague, watching the
The year is 1945 and ash, smoke, poverty and despair rise through the rubble of Europe.
“Are you ready?” asks Christopher, a guide from the nearby village of Wieliczka. He’s cloaked in a long charcoal jacket and blowing on his hands to keep warm. For a giant-sized man, he uses a soft voice. “Because once we start, I will not be able to talk to you. And you will not be able to turn back.”
I stand in the queue, a man turns me back.
I stand in another queue. Alone, in silence
Cold War. Iron Curtain.
Four words, two phrases, several meanings.
When I went to school, a third of the world lived under “communist” rule. Travel was restricted…
Italian food. There was a time when I couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about, but I can barely remember that now. The moment my train slowed to a stop in Trieste (and, if I’m honest, quite a while before that) my daydreams wandered…
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