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UNESCO has done all the hard work in rounding up the world’s most amazing places and labelling them World Heritage Sites. This page visits them all one by one. That’s the aim, anyway! Let’s get started…
City Flavours Everywhere has them, I suppose. The naughty but nice hot streetside foods that […]
The Dead Sea, Jordan Let’s face it, the Dead Sea has a depressing name. It […]
One of the best things about the characters in the Maltese language is that […]
Where can you find these golden figures? Clue: they may be old but they haven’t […]
Climbing the Dragon’s Spine, China It curved and clawed away from me as I stared […]
Halong Bay showcases the dual nature of travel today: the absolute thrill of finding an […]
Aswan For over two thousand years people have stood where I’m standing now. And yet […]
The Cour des Loges Hotel Review As hotels go, the Cour des Loges didn’t need […]
Kakadu. The sound is soft yet distinctive, like a bird call that rolls and unfolds across the willows and the reeds, the waters, the low and smoky air, to reach me on the scrunched and scorched soil. On the earth that is itself Kakadu.
Right now I’m at the airport, dashing to repack and catch my flight. Shorts and…
A surprise find in the Roman Colosseum…
You have to put yourself in my shoes.
Boots, really, with thick rubber soles to keep out the cold and to keep a foothold on the ice. Boots that worked hard and worked fast, striding between commuters in a winter-worn Budapest. Five feet, six inches above them, a troubled mind tangled through what it had just seen.
Warsaw. I’ve always thought it’s a shame about the name. Krakow, the first city in Poland I visited, sounds intriguing and edgy, a cracking
“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’m writing this as the breeze plays with the straps of my bag and the white sails of the Sydney Opera House glow
Dust rose from the ground as the horse thundered past and the sun began its ablutions. It painted pinks and pomegranates, amber, pistachio, charcoal and soft apricot rust across the walls of Petra before calling it a day and turning in for an early night…
Usually, I manage to find something beautiful, something that moves me wherever I go. But last night, in Petra, that didn’t happen.
The latest in the series of fun quizzes about travel takes you into the jungle in Asia where a tree wraps its branches around a very special something…
Rummaging through the archives this week, I stumbled on my photos of the Taj Mahal, taken on an old point and shoot digital camera. While I have plenty attempts at…