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July - December 2007

Living in Italy    (Travel Tale)

"Vicenza? Where's Vicenza?" That's what I asked the man on the train as I was heading back to London with my eurail pass about to expire. I was on my way up from Pistoia, a little town just north of Florence where I had spent the weekend and fallen in love. After traveling around Europe all summer I finally made my way down to Italy, not knowing what to expect. But one thing was certain, the Italians I had met during the course of my travels had touched me in a way nobody else had, except for perhaps the Spanish.

Coming from America and fresh out of college I was a babe in the woods, in search of something that could give meaning to my life. I needed a fresh start, and Vicenza was as good a place as any.   
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Luck of the Irish    (Waterford accommodation)

The luck of the Irish wasn't with us as we drove south from Dublin. First up I had my first puncture in five years, and this in a new rental car. Second, it happened during a rain storm. Third, when I went to get the spare it was one of those skinny little wheels that look like they belong on a wheelbarrow. It was bright orange and said that it was not safe over 80 km/h. That's a fast wheelbarrow but a slow drive if you're trying to get halfway around Ireland.

I finally figured out how to work the jack, swap the wheels and get the whole show on the road again. Luckily there was a tyre place at the next town and in less than an hour we were patched up and ridiculous orange wheel hidden under the boot mat where it belonged. You might think that it wasn't a good start to our motoring holiday in Ireland. Then two things happened that convince me all would be well.    More ...    (23 Dec 2007)

 

Life is beautiful   (Arezzo accommodation)

Our GPS definitely didn't want us to stay at Badia di Puma and refused to direct us to the address. I don't blame it as this small hotel is hidden away in the hills above Arezzo. So make sure you have a good map and a good navigator if you're thinking of staying here. And stay you should. It is an excellent way to enjoy Tuscany and just 15 minutes from the lovely town of Arezzo.

On arrival the building looks a little austere which is understandable when you learn that it was built about 350 years ago as a monastery. All that changes when you step inside – there are 18 ensuite rooms with all the modern luxuries. Our room was huge, spotlessly clean and had a very comfy bed. The room was serviced and bed linen changed daily! Air conditioning, TV and free wireless internet complete the picture. Great value for under €100.   
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Classic Devon B&B   (Dartmouth accommodation)

Strete Barton House is a 16th Century Manor House in the delightful village of Stete in Devon, about five miles from Dartmouth. Originally we'd planned to stay in Dartmouth but after some research decided to book this B&B which proved to be a good idea. We received a warm welcome from owner Stuart and tea and cake on arrival which was much appreciated – something we'd never been offered at any hotel. Our room was spacious with big four-poster bed, beautiful ensuite which included shower and bath, and even a window seat to admire the fabulous view of the garden and ocean.  More ...   (10 Dec 2007)

 

Great country cottages    (Adelaide Hills accommodation)

The hills that surround Adelaide evoke parts of Germany, particularly the village of Hahndorf which was originally settled by Lutheran migrants in 1839 – according to local tourist brochures. Then there are areas of the Barossa Valley which lies about 50 km north of the city that had us homesick for our own adopted region of Provence in France with rolling hills of vineyards and lavender farms. Curiously the town next to Hahndorf is called Verdun which is also a town in France – the scene of a famous battle between the French and the Germans in WW1.    More ...   (03 Dec 2007)

 

Happy wandering in the Highlands   (Travel Tales)

We had a day to get there and decided to make the most of it. While probably no more than 50 miles away in a direct line, the Grampian Mountains lay between us and our destination so we took the A86, a fabulous road with striking views along the way. The first stop was at the Dalwhinnie Distillery, the highest distillery in Scotland so perhaps it's the rarefied air that gives the whisky such a pure flavour. A bottle or two were carefully packed away safe from bumps, crashes and inquisitive wives.    More ...   (26 Nov 2007)

 

Can't wait to get back    (Fort William accommodation)

Just on the north side of the Loch Linnhe lies the remarkable Inn at Ardgour. The ferry takes you across this narrow waterway in a couple of minutes and delivers you to an entrancing remoteness. From Fort William you follow the A82 south for eight miles to the ferry. It's an unlikely setting for a hotel as it's hardly on a busy road or serving a large town but still it seems to be popular.

A group of us had come to hike in the highlands and one of our number suggested staying here. We all enjoyed the location and the hospitality of this old pub and the fact that all bedrooms are at the front of the hotel ensuring breathtaking views of the loch and surrounding mountains. At night the dark descends like a blanket and it's only then that you appreciate the wonderful isolation and remoteness.  
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Worth a visit   (Konstanz accommodation)

Konstanz is an ideal location to explore this delightful part of Europe, which to my surprise is an area few English speakers venture. Nor do they seem to be catered for: most signs, information brochures, websites etc are only in German. It's not that English speakers are not welcome, just that there's not enough visiting to make it worthwhile to cater for them. But the more we toured this area the more we wondered why it remained the preserve of 'locals'. It is picture-postcard beautiful with its rolling hills of vineyards, lovely paths along the river, delightful villages and expansive waterways.    More ...   (12 Nov 2007)

 

Fit for royalty    (Malmo accommodation)

The history of this building is fascinating and the more you learn the more you feel privileged to be a guest. The original building dates from 1319 and has been variously home to Swedish King Gustav IV Adolf and Leonora Christine who was the daughter of Danish King Christian IV. Perhaps I need to add that it wasn't at the same time! In the 17th century Denmark claimed this part of the Sweden peninsula as its own. This house seems to have been a central part of territorial history, with royalty from both nations installed in residence.    More ...    (05 Nov 2007)

 

Best country tradition   (Edinburgh accommodation)

Originally set on staying in Edinburgh we changed our mind on the advice of friends who had lived there some time ago. Lying about 30 miles south of Edinburgh is the village of Peebles and it's here that Castle Venlaw Hotel is located. We were planning to do some walking in the Pentland Hills as well as visiting Edinburgh and Royal Observatory.

I'm ashamed to admit it but on our first morning we took an easy stroll into the village and along the river where we became comprehensively lost. And this after 30 years of bush walking and orienteering! Eventually we came upon a fisherman as he was packing to leave who kindly offered us a lift back to town. It was with red faces that 15 minutes later we were dropped off in the High Street.   More ...   (29 Oct 2007)

 

Guiding light   (Travel Tale)

It was time for another of our irregular forays into the British countryside; always enjoyable and often surprising. It's a fascinating island about the size of a typical cattle station back in Australia but everywhere you look there are layers and layers of history. In the time we've been here we'd stayed in buildings that have served as hotels continuously for hundreds of years. Our favourite pub near where we live is over 400 years old, a fact which the locals find totally unremarkable. In Australia anything over 150 years old has a fence put around it and they charge you to look at it!

This time we were heading for Devon to visit Ilfracombe. Why, you might ask. Tim did. 'But why Devon? And why Ilfracombe? Strange sounding place.'   
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Off the track    (Travel Tale)

At the inspired suggestion of my travel partner we turned off the coast road and headed inland and soon came to a town called Grasse. Why we'd never heard of this place surprises me as it's quite beautiful and takes the title of being the perfume capital of the world. History has it that the perfume industry began here over 400 years ago. It flourishes to this day. If you're lucky enough to arrive in Spring or Summer you'll find the hills covered in flowers, all there to produce oils for the perfume industry. If you had to have an industry close to where you live this is the one. We stayed at a great B&B called Clos des Cypres (details in Accommodation review) which had quite beautiful gardens itself, as well as stunning views across the heavily-scented valley.    More ...   (15 Oct 2007)

 

Good start   (Santander accommodation)

On previous visits we'd driven from England to Spain for our holidays but this time we tried something new. There was good reason for a change, more of which later. Departing Plymouth Sunday afternoon on the Pont Aven we sailed south for the Spanish port town of Santander. There is something about travel by sea that immediately puts you in a holiday mood, unlike the horrors of flying these days.

We witnessed a perfect sunset over the English Channel while enjoying a three course meal accompanied by an agreeable wine. Afterwards we had a chance to explore a little of the ferry, the flagship of the line launched a couple of years ago. Any notions of the ferries of old are quickly banished as this is more akin to a luxury liner with its dazzling white livery, pool and leisure centre, cinemas, wrap around promenade deck and classy bars.   
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New wish list   (Paris accommodation)

Paris does luxury hotels so well. Think Hotel George V which can usually number some royalty or billionaire amongst its guests on any given day. There are a handful of others that soar in that stratosphere and hold their own with any in the world. It's been a long held wish to spend at least one night at the George V on one of my infrequent trips to Paris but until now it's never happened, mainly because my budget didn't stretch that far. I doubt I'll ever get there now because I've discovered my perfect hotel and it's just down the road, close to both the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower.    More ...    (01 Oct 2007)


Unexpected Tallinn    (Tallinn accommodation)

Tallinn is one of those surprising cities in that it delivers a lot more than you might imagine. Perhaps it comes from having few expectations and knowing little about the place except its reputation for miserable weather. We arrived by ship from Stockholm which is a wonderful way to approach Tallinn, especially on one of the rare sunny days. We had only two nights in Tallinn before continuing our sea journey. Staying in the Hotel Telegraaf put us right in the centre of the old town which is a charming area. As the name implies, the Hotel Telegraaf served as the central telegraph office from 1918 until a few years ago – no wonder it has a central location. In 2006 the building reopened as a hotel and spa and in the whole of Tallinn there's probably no finer place to stay.     More ...   (24 Sept 2007)

 

Jamaica's best    (Negril accommodation)

On our first visit we stayed in Kingston but during a tour of the island fell in love with the west coast which is about as far from Kingston as possible. The westernmost town of Negril is rated as having one of the top 10 beaches in the world – some prize! Needless to say that there are a great number of resorts here and at any cost. After a lot of checking we booked at Catcha Falling Star and it was fantastic. Largely rebuilt since 2004 CFS is a group of cottages nestled on the cliff overlooking the ocean. The view is directly west so the sunsets are stunning. This is a little away from the beaches and the benefit is obvious – you have secluded swimming spots, an exhilarating cliff dive and perfect snorkelling.   More ...   (17 Sept 2007)

 

Got it right   (Chiang Mai accommodation)

We travelled to Thailand in July with friends from Scotland. They are a delightful couple who had never visited Asia before so relied on us (The Aussies) to lead the way. I suspect that Chiang Mai was the highlight for them as they rated the Baan Orapin B&B as awesome". Arriving in Bangkok we found them sitting happily at a bar opposite the hotel. They weren't difficult to spot as their bright red faces flashed a welcome. The Scots, it seems, aren't used to 100% humidity. Regrettably our hotel in Bangkok had rather old in-wall air-conditioning and as Bill described it you had a choice: have the air-conditioning on and lie awake with the noise or turn it off and lie awake because of the heat. The hotel was booked on my recommendation – one mark against me!   More ...   (10 Sept 2007)

 

I think we're lost ...    (Alicante accommodation)

Driving through Spain can be a challenging experience for a non-Spanish speaker. Coming through France was fairly easy as I had some French and they had some English. So why did I think that Spain would be the same. Away from the big cities English is not used. My guess is that the Italian and French would get by without too many problems but for the British the challenges were obvious.

Going to a restaurant and spending 15 minutes translating the menu took me back to my backpacking days in Thailand. It is with some relief that I discovered that the word for beer is understood everywhere. Not being able to read road signs led to some interesting detours – thankfully most traffic signs such as Stop and Give Way have common symbols.

It's not all bad as we found on the Costa Blanca. Trying to get from Alicante to Valencia we took a wrong turn – or several it seems – and found ourselves in the most lovely area of mountains and olive groves.  
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Agreeable posting    (Norwich accommodation)

I think I would have been well suited to being a rector in 18th century England. During our recent motoring trip we came across several Rectories and they were all lovely comfortable-looking buildings in the most agreeable settings. With a small but adequate stipend, a good bottle of Scotch to cut the winter chills, and the largess of my parishioners to help fill the larder, I fancy life would have been quite tolerable. Sure I'd have to perform the occasional marriage and officiate over safe delivery of the souls of the dearly departed – but there wouldn't be the need for anything too physical.

All in all, not a bad life. Particularly if you were posted to Norwich where we recently stayed in the Old Rectory which is now a small hotel. In fact there are quite a few rectories that have entered a new life as hotels and it would be perfectly feasible to do an Old Rectory tour of the UK if you had a mind for such folly. I know of Old Rectory hotels in Bath, Devon, Birmingham and North Wales. No doubt there are many more.    
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Happy traveling   (Chania Accommodation)

I've learnt that the trick to happy traveling is to adapt to changes quickly. Years ago I'd booked a trip to Canada only to find that a snow blizzard had closed my destination airport indefinitely. The airline was happy to change my booking and I went to Hawaii instead which turned out to be a great holiday.

Nothing quite so drastic happened during our time in Greece recently but after two days in Athens enduring temperatures hovering around 40c (over 100 Fahrenheit!) and air pollution doing strange things to my throat it was time for action. We were spending more time than usual in the lobby bar mostly because it was cool and luckily met Chris and Dale – a young couple from London. They had just returned from their honeymoon on Crete and showed us their photos on the camera monitor. One place that immediately grabbed my attention was Chania which I'd never heard of before. Dale nominated their accommodation at Chania as possibly the best she'd ever had.    
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Hard to better    (Hastings accommodation)

They call this area 1066 Country and it’s not hard to see why William of Normandy was so keen to stay here. King Harold II took exception to this and went to Hastings to send him off, back to France. Things didn’t go as planned and unfortunately Harold was mortally wounded in the battle. On 25 December 1066, William was crowned King of England. Some Christmas gift!

Consider that if the Swan House B&B had have been around in 1066 William would no doubt have been happy to stay put and Harold could have remained on the throne. But it was to be another 400 years or so before Swan House was built in 1490.   
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Mountain Air   (Travel Tale)

Sometimes you just need to get away, far, far away. My wife and I had suffered the loss of a close friend in March and realized that we needed to get away from London for a couple of weeks. Healing time, she called it.

I rang a friend now living in Turin and put the question to him: did he know somewhere quiet where we could rent a house for a while, preferably in Italy? He phoned me back the next day to say that he’d discovered somewhere he thought might be perfect. It wasn’t a house for rent, but rather a bed and breakfast high up the Chisone valley, half way between Turin and the French border. 
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Once is not enough   (Portofino accommodation)

Arriving home from three nights at the Hotel Splendido is something of an anticlimax. The place is superb. Sitting high on the cliff above Portofino on Italy’s Cinque Terre the views are magnificent. The added advantage is that you’re above – and removed from – the hordes who flood into this small and impossibly beautiful village daily.

Our morning started with a sumptuous breakfast followed by a gentle roll down the hill and a short stroll around the harbour. We’d then take coffee at a favourite café with boats bobbing just metres away and enjoy the hum of the village preparing for the day. Tiny vans would deliver drinks to the bars and cafes and the street sweepers would work their way along the waterfront seemingly oblivious to the beauty surrounding them.

Then the trek up the hill back to the hotel, a dip in the pool followed by a lazy hour on our balcony reading or just taking in the view. It was lunch before we knew it.   
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Impressive   (Kiev accommodation)

This was my first visit to the capital of Ukraine and I expected Kiev to be like some of the other “old East” cities I’ve visited: grey concrete buildings left over from the communist regime. Instead I found a vibrant city of two million people with its future looking towards the west. There were many influences from Europe and the US, the latter particularly cultural.

Infrastructure seems good and the modern subway and trolley services very efficient. I had one minor problem with a taxi (many are not metered) which was quickly resolved when I handed over US $5, about half of what was asked for in the local currency.

The reason for my visit was that Ukraine had won a joint bid with Poland to host the UEFA European Football Championship in 2012.    
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Magic four days   (Hoi An accommodation)

I got off the bus at Hoi An after picking up a tummy bug somewhere along the way. The idea of continuing with the group to Hue the following day just didn’t make sense, particularly as the bus we were travelling on had no toilet. Without going into too many details, being more than a few seconds away from a toilet was not an option.

So I ended up staying at the Life Heritage Resort in Hoi An for four days and it was one of those occasions when an unfortunate circumstance turns out for the better. It was the best four days holiday I could have imagined.  
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Stay with friends   (Rome accommodation)

When friends were planning their trip to Italy they asked if we’d found anywhere good to stay in Rome during our visit in 2006. Straight away we both said Anne’s Place. There was no hesitation because staying with Anne and David had been one of the highlights of our trip. We doubted anything would have changed but asked for a report from our friends.

The report arrived by email: “Anne’s Place is fantastic! Worth travelling all the way from Australia just to stay here. Thanks for a great recommendation.” So it’s probably time to share the recommendation.   
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Back to the classics   (London accommodation)

To me London is the traditional black cab and the double-decker buses. The Routemaster buses were designed just after the war and came into service in the late 1940s and I can remember riding them to work during my six months in Britain in 1985. There was a conductor who moved throughout the bus selling tickets and occasionally admonishing passengers for swinging on and off the bus from the rear step. But it was fun to do and rather stylish if you managed it well.

On this trip back to London I found that the Routemaster is gone from general service, although some remain on two heritage routes. Gone apparently because the Mayor of London wanted to save the cost of the conductor and make all buses OPO – one person operated. You’ve got to love such uninspired thinking!   
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January - June 2007


Toledo encounter    (Travel Tale)

To me one sword looks like any other. They all look quite lethal and not my idea of a souvenir. I could just imagine trying to get one of the larger monsters through JFK when I flew home! After 10 minutes my eyes began to glaze over and I told our hostess that we needed to depart rather rapidly as we were meeting friends – which wasn’t entirely true.

Turning her noble head to me she smiled in a way that suggested she’d heard every excuse I might imagine. “Sir, these are all handcrafted by my family which has made swords for five generations, including supplying the regal court and the greatest toreadors Spain has known.”

“You mean that they kill bulls with these?” my wife asked, trying unsuccessfully to hide her horror.   
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Living history   (Setubal Accommodation)

On our way to the Algave we decided to stay at Setubal. The town isn’t particularly beautiful but it has character and is the third largest port in Portugal. There’s a fish auction held daily which underlines the importance of the sea in these parts.

Although just an hour south of Lisbon the pace is totally different – perhaps tuned to the tides more than the clock. We booked at the Pousada de Setubal Sao Filipe hotel on the recommendation of friends. This fabulous place which was originally a 17 th century fortress built by King Fillipe commands a cliff-top position overlooking the harbour and the sea. Just as a fortress should. Now, in its guise as a hotel it offers guests unsurpassed views from the rooms and the terrace when dining.  
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Champagne living on a beer budget   (Epernay Accommodation)

Staying at Parva Domus is like having friends who live in a rather elegant villa in Epernay, along the Avenue de Champagne. Over the road are the grand houses of Moet and Chandon, Mercier and Pol Roger. You’re in good company.

With just five rooms the feeling of visiting friends is reinforced. The family Rimaire –Claude and Jeanette – are wonderful hosts who enjoy having guests share their lovely house. We were welcomed with a glass of champagne on arrival and champagne was never far away during our stay. Taking the excellent tour of Moet and Chandon we learnt that the champagne houses store their product in tunnels then extend under much of the town, and certainly under our accommodation at Parva Domus. One publication claimed that the Avenue de Champagne is the most valuable street in the world given the millions of bottles of vintage champagne that lie in the cellars underneath it - a statement that’s hard to dispute.   
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Spring in Switzerland   (Travel Tale)

There are quite a few reasons we return to Switzerland.” I told my friend. By way of an example I told her of one encounter we’d had not long after crossing the border. We’d been following a Michelin green route which indicate roads that are especially scenic. The green routes can be relied upon to be scenic but they’re not always easy to follow.

Along the road there were farms selling great bunches of flowers - sometimes it’s an honesty system (leave the money in a tin) and other times it is a bigger enterprise with a good display of flowers inside a barn or shed. We pulled into one of these to ask directions to Basel and entered a barn that seemed filled with flowers and their wonderful perfume. This was more than farm-gate sales as the farmer, his wife and two others sorted the flowers and bunched them ready for market. In my faltering German I apologised for the interruption and asked which road would get us to Basel.    
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Better than the movie    (Cortona accommodation) 

If you’ve seen the movie “Under the Tuscan Sun” you’ve seen Cortona. Located in the east of Tuscany close to Umbria this medieval walled town seems made for Hollywood. Accessed via a tricky road up a mountain you enter to town gates to find a settlement from a forgotten time. Hollywood couldn’t have devised a town more beautiful if it tried.

We stayed in Le Gelosie Bed and Breakfast in the centre of town for two nights and it wasn’t enough. Le Gelosie is a friendly, homely and comfortable B&B residing in an old palace which the owners have lovingly restored.
   
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Finding Dylan Thomas   (Travel Tale)

My husband is not what I’d call literary but he’s always had a thing for Dylan Thomas. I suspect that it is as much to do with the pathos of Thomas’s life as with his poetry. Drank himself to death by age 39 was how I saw it. Tragic genius was Tim’s take on it.

He continued tapping keys on the computer. “Look! The boathouse where he wrote some of his best works is still standing. Incredible. It’s in the village where he’s buried.”

I waited, knowing what was coming. “What about taking a few days to visit Wales?”    
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  (21 May 2007)

 

Heritage hotel   (Laos accommodation)

The town has an interesting history. It was the capital of the Lane Xang Kingdom from 1354 AD for two centuries which resulted in a rich heritage of monuments, monasteries and culture. While the town is only small (pop. 15,000) it supports a community of over 500 monks in numerous monasteries. It’s worth making the effort to be on the street at 6.30 am any morning to witness the conga-line of monks, splendid in their saffron robes, bearing bowls for food offerings. Tradition has it that by giving food to the monks you are blessed for your generosity.  More ...    (14 May 2007)

 

Latin lover   (Santiago accommodation)

It’s interesting to observe how expectations can influence enjoyment. The case in point is our stay in Santiago. Arriving from La Paz we were happy just to get a decent night’s sleep. There we’d had a room where the airconditioning didn’t work, the windows were only able to be opened a few inches before they hit a metal grill, someone knocked frantically on our door in the middle of the night yelling something in Spanish. We thought it was either a jealous lover at the wrong door or the manager informing us that the hotel was on fire.  More ...    (07 May 2007)

 

Unexpected delights    (Accommodation Review)

Driving through southern Germany yields many unexpected surprises. There are beautiful old villages that must have somehow escaped being flattened in WW2, or have been faithfully rebuilt. Surrounding these there are often lovely hills and valleys covered with grape vines and wineries producing glorious Rieslings. Turn a corner and you’ll sometimes be surprised to find an impossibly romantic castle perched atop a nearby hill.  More ...     (30 Apr 2007)

 

Truly unique   (Accommodation Review)

The old town, the Sassi di Matera (meaning Stones of Matera) is unbelievable. Built in a steep ravine to escape the notice of unwelcome visitors, houses were carved directly into the cliff-face. Windows and doorways are hewn into the rock. The roof of one level of houses forms the road for the next level up. Little wonder that UNESCO declared this area a World Heritage Site. It is simple awesome.

And as amazing as it is, we learnt of a hotel that was operating in the sassi. Consisting of 29 rooms carved into the rock – who knows when - the Locanda di San Martino is as unexpected and surprising as the village.   
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The road less travelled   (Travel Tale)

We left the D535 and turned at a sign that indicated Aubenas, which lay in the direction we wanted. The road climbed along ridges and swept down valleys, passing crumbling farmhouses before tunnelling through ancient forests. It was here - when suddenly confronted by a group of men dressed in battle fatigues and carrying rifles - that I questioned the wisdom of taking the road less travelled. Too scruffy to be part of the French Reserve force, the dozen or so men looked like an outfit of bandits. Raised hands forced us to a stop.   More ...   (16 Apr 2007)

 

Tropical Moonshadow (Travel Tale)

Certainly different to what I recall from my previous trip when I had a room at the local pub. That room had a saggy bed, and old cupboard in on corner and a small basin in the other. It was stifling hot and when I went out onto the veranda at about midnight I was surprised to see many of the other residents had moved their mattress out there to catch the breeze. I spent the rest of my stay sleeping on the veranda like everyone else. Such was Darwin back then.   More ...   (09 Apr 2007)

Heavenly Experience   (Accommodation)

After travelling extensively for work for the past 12 years, when I retired I decided that I was finished with travelling. The interminable waiting in the airport, the queues, the anti-terrorism measures that have changed the very nature of air travel – I was sick of the lot.

When my wife suggested a trip to Geneva to visit our daughter now working there my heart was divided. On the one hand I wanted to see Emma in her new home but the thought of another airport cast a dark cloud over the whole exercise. It was a friend who suggested the solution of taking the train from London to Paris and there hire a car and drive through western France, stopping along the way to sample the wines of the region. This is a friend who knows my weakness for wines of the Côte d’Or. 
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Good Start    (Accommodation)

 We travelled to Bergen to start the “World’s most beautiful cruise” or so it's promoted. Boarding the ship at Bergen we followed the coast north – with its countless islands, tiny fishing hamlets, narrow fiords – through to Trondheim. If you have two weeks to spare you can stay on board all the way to the Arctic Circle and the town of Kirkenes (7 days each way) stopping at numerous towns along the way.

Having never done a lengthy sea voyage before I can’t compare this to any other to say if it’s the “Most Beautiful” but it’s hard to see how any could be more spectacular. If you enjoy cruising this voyage should be on your list – just enter Hurtigruten into Google to go to the website. There’s a clever link that allows you to see where the ships are at the moment and view a satellite photo of the passage. Zoom in to get a close up view of fiords and islands – it’s astounding.   
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Quiet times   (Travel Tale)

 Christmas away from home is no fun. Traditionally we enjoy a long lunch inside to escape the heat, then all head for the beach in the late afternoon. Beach cricket, some boogie-boarding, and afterwards there are prawns to be eaten straight from the barbecue. In London we’d hoped for some snow but apparently this is a rarity. Instead we got grey skies and cold days. The locals laughed, this was mild weather they told us.

It stayed cold. Tim came home one day and announced, “I’ve taken some holidays so we’re heading south, towards the Equator.”   Spain, I thought.
    
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The big American    (Travel Tale)

“Sir, I’ll tell you again,” he said, with his immaculate American manners. “I don’t know anyone in Buenos Aries to call, there were no phone calls, and it seems that someone has made a mistake.” He paused, leaning forward a little. “Furthermore, I have a flight to catch and in the next five minutes I will leave this hotel with my Amex card and catch a taxi to the airport.”

He remained calm while the manager got more and more agitated. “You pay now or I call police.”  
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Moorish beauty   (Accommodation)

A “Carmen”, I’m told, is a traditional house once common to Granada dating back to the Moorish period. Moorish architecture suits this area well and started me thinking about its origins. As all rooms have broadband internet connection it took just minutes to have Wikipedia inform me that the Moors were medieval Muslim inhabitants of the Iberian Peninsula and that one of the best surviving examples of their architecture is the Alhambra Palace.

So here I am in the “Carmen”, a beautiful boutique hotel of just seven rooms situated on the Alhambra hills and find myself just minutes away from one of the wonders of Moorish architecture, the Alhambra Palace. I do some more research, plan what I want to see, jump onto Google Maps and plot my course. Such is the information available to the modern traveller.   More ...  (05 Mar 2007)

  

Tourner a la droite   (Accommodation)

We love travelling to the continent and particularly to France where our meagre language skills enable us to get by. The driving was always the most difficult part, or should I say the navigation? Susie was terrified of driving in France, partly because the French are all mad drivers and partly because – as she saw it – the steering wheel was on the wrong side of the car.

So I drove and she navigated. And our marriage hung in the balance. 
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Clever trick   (Travel Tale)

I walked around the car and gave the wheel a shake which was the extent of my mechanical know-how. It seemed secure. I decided that I’d continue on and hopefully find a mechanic in Kingston upon Hull, a good sized town about 20 miles further south.

An hour later I stood next to the mechanic as he scratched his shiny head. “Bearing’s fine. Rotor’s like new.” He gave it a hit with the spanner to emphasis the point. He then reached out his big oil-stained hand and spun the hub for possibly the tenth time. “Not a sound”, he observed and looked at me as if I’d been wasting his time, dragging him from under a big old Jaguar.     More ... (19 Feb 2007)

 

Four towers   (Accommodation)

If you head west out of Siena on route SR2 you’ll soon see a magnificent castle on the hill in front of you. What’s striking about this castle (every hill seems to have one in Tuscany) are the magnificent towers on each corner. Hence it’s name, Castello della Quattro Torra (Castle of the four towers).

This mediaeval castle just two kilometres outside the walls of Siena has been owned by the Ponticelli family since 1885. The great thing is that the family now allows guests to stay within the castle and you can even sleep in one of the towers.  
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(12 Feb 2007)

 

Legendary Experience (Accommodation)

Arriving in Chiang Mai at 8.00 pm we thought we’d find a hotel close to the station for the night and sort ourselves out the following day. We were on the street outside the station, intently studying our guide book when a voice asked “Do you need a room for the night?” We looked up to find the young Thai man who'd served us in the dining car. We’d found him a charming fellow so placed our accommodation needs in his hands - no doubt he had a cousin or sister who ran a few rooms somewhere, or so we thought.   More ...    (05 Feb 2007)

 

Whiff of the past   (Accommodation)

A few years back I had occasion to visit a business contact at Hong Kong's Peninsula Hotel and was taken up the lift to the Garden Suite. When the lift doors opened I nearly fell over. The suite was the size of a house! The floor to ceiling windows overlooking the harbour and the island presented one of the most stunning views in the world. Beautiful antiques furnished the rooms – just how many rooms I can’t be sure. I recall a large Jacuzzi on a balcony which was probably large enough to play a game of soccer – as if you would!   More ...     (29 Jan 2007)

 

Sailor's Rest      (Accommodation)

When we finally found our way back to Iraklion harbour I was ready to give up sailing for life. Looking up I saw the lovely white hotel as a beacon of hope. After a quick farewell (there was no “let’s do it again one day”) I walked into the Lato and presented myself at reception. It’s a fancy place, calls itself a boutique hotel, but to their credit no comment was made of my wild appearance, stained clothes and old sailing bag over my shoulder.

For once I wasn’t even going to enquire the cost for as I stated earlier this was the perfect place at the right time.  
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A Guy and a Bar   (Travel Tale)

On the way back I stopped at a bar perched out over the river. Built of bamboo, rough planks of timber and rusty corrugated iron it would probably wash away in the next big flood – a regular occurrence here. A group of 8 or 10 Vietnamese occupied a table next to the window overlooking the river. I was aware of them watching as I ordered a beer and saw expressions of amusement as I drained the bottle in several gulps. As I called for another there was some laughter from the group which seemed to appreciate a big thirst.    More ...    (15 Jan 2007)

 

Toilet Talk    (Travel Tale)

I recall my introduction to Italian plumbing when staying in a rather grand hotel in Rome. The bathroom was quite magnificent with marble used to abandon, along with gold fittings. I was feeling well pleased until I flushed the toilet and watched as the contents started filling the bath from the plug hole.     More ...   (08 Jan 2007)

 

New Zealand through the windscreen     (Travel Tale)

When we had our first child our friends told us that that was the end of travel for the next 10 years. Being new to the task we actually started to believe them and although delighted to have a new family member mourned the loss of holidays. It appeared the future was going to be a quick week away, being stuffed into crowded camping grounds with every child in existence running around the tent from dawn to dusk.     More ...    (01 Jan 2007)