I’m looking forward to our trip to India later this year. But today I’m looking back on my trip to Sri Lanka. I spent two fabulous weeks there in the spring of 2003. Whenever I look at travel photos, books or programs, I become a little wistful. I’d usually rather be there than here. But one can’t easily be a permanent traveller.
Except, some actually do manage it. On the day this photo was taken, at an elephant sanctuary Continue reading “#TBT The Forever Traveller”
We picked up a punt from Scudamore’s that we’d pre-booked online for 90 mins the day before. You save a little money that way. About a fiver. And 90 minutes is plenty enough time. Or so says I, the punter in chief. The puntees might have liked a little longer to quaff a bit more prosecco and binge on a few more strawberries. Continue reading “Punting in Cambridge”
I’ve not been using my Fuji camera over the last year as much as I might have. There have been quite a number of occasions I’ve left it at home and used my iPhone instead. And why not? The iPhone easily fits in my pocket, which makes it a lot easier to carry around. And it takes a reasonable photo too. Nothing that matches the Fuji’s capabilities, but the Continue reading “The Wrong Camera”
Mrs P and I decided to go to Royal Ascot this year. We’d like to think we’re a socially mobile couple, going in an upward direction. It’s the poshest sporting event of the year. We went on Ladies Day, the poshest day. The poshest of posh. It’d be nice, we thought, to mix with ‘our Continue reading “Royal Ascot”
London is a huge metropolis, not the sort of city that can be seen in a day. Indeed, you could live there your entire life and not see the half of it. But in lieu of residency, I’d recommend a hotel stay. Perhaps Hotels In Acton like Holiday Inn London West would suit you, or maybe a Hyde Park Boutique Hotel Like The Westbourne London is more up your street. Alternatively, you could Book Hotels in Paddington London and see if you can track down the area’s most famous bear.
I’ve been lucky on my travels so far in life. I’ve never had a holiday from hell. I’ve met a few people who have, and more than one has come from India. Most of them seem to involve the vacationers digestive system. But the saddest horror story I’ve heard of happened about three years ago. I used to chat to a Portuguese lady employed as a cleaner at the insurance company I worked for prior to jumping aboard the Continue reading “Opening Up India”
A year ago today, we Brits awoke to hear the results of the big referendum. And 48% of us were mighty disappointed to hear that 51% of the population were indeed, as feared, Stupid. The campaigners for Stupid had worked tirelessly for 40 years for this and credit must be given where it is due. To induce Continue reading “A Year of Stupid”
It would be lovely to be able to jet off to Mexico City for short breaks on a regular basis. Alas, it’s too far and fares too expensive for that to be feasible. The next best thing? For those of us who call Bournemouth home, it’s Andalucia. Specifically, Malaga. A place Picasso once called home. With return flights between Continue reading “The Alt-Vacation”
Much like Mexico City’s Zocalo, you never quite know what you’ll find in Trafalgar Square. Only that you’re more likely to find something rather than nothing. Be it a protest or cultural fair, baying mobs or love and hugs. Yesterday was all love and hugs. The Hare Krishnas were in town, Continue reading “London Krishna”
The election last week. Well, that was unexpected, huh? Against all odds, the Conservative landslide transpired to be a hung parliament. Recriminations in Tory and media circles will last long into the night. And beyond. But the truth is, we are all guided by polls. Which in the UK are notoriously off the mark. But still, the Continue reading “The Poster Child”
Love VSCO for Lightroom. That is all. No Brexit today. No election news. No Trump. Not today. Just Malaga, as seen by VSCO. Oh, and a newly styled banner at the top. A new fangled ‘colour font’. Or, if you’re from the wrong side of the pond, a ‘color font’. You can check out what colour fonts are by clicking here.
Back in 2006, Mexicans went to the polls in what was a contentious, controversial and ultimately very close presidential election. The result wasn’t what roughly half the population wanted. And that half of the population were angry. Very angry. The protests went on for what seemed like years – possibly because it was years. There was even a protest outside my home, which Obrador once visitied to do a little anger-stirring Continue reading “#TBT The Election”
Last week, Donald Trump heroically prevented the squashing of one of the most endangered insects on the planet by the careless actions of the prime minister of Montenegro, who came within an inch of stepping on it. In fluent Croatian, Trump alerted his international colleague, “Budi oprezan, prijatelju. Gotovo stao na Continue reading “Understanding Trump”
Perceived wisdom over the last year is that our Brexit future comes in two potential flavours – hard and soft. At this moment in time, it seems rather likely we’ll be sucking on the hard version. But hard and soft is too simplistic, referring only to what parts of various European treaties we might remain beholden to or detach ourselves from. Continue reading “Flavours of Brexit”
I spent six days in Cairo one summer in the early noughties, before heading off to Sharm el Sheikh on the Sinai peninsula for a further three days. I travelled with a friend, whose ginger hair, pale skin and freckles were not entirely suited to the climate of north Africa. The furnace like heat from the midday sun was, at that time, the biggest issue for western travellers. Continue reading “#TBT Cairo”