Why I love airport departure lounges
I was sitting in the departure lounge at Houston’s George Bush Intercontinental Airport’s Terminal E, Gate 7, waiting to board my flight home to London…
Continue ReadingI was sitting in the departure lounge at Houston’s George Bush Intercontinental Airport’s Terminal E, Gate 7, waiting to board my flight home to London…
Continue ReadingLast weekend I was in Innsbruck, Austria where I attended the summer Travel Bloggers Unite conference. This is not intended to be a review of the conference or a full run-down of events, just a collection of observations and thoughts I had along the way.
Continue ReadingNumber one on my list of things to see in Innsbruck: Zaha Hadid’s Hungerburgbahn funicular railway stations. There are four in total, each with an amorphous milky white canopy set against the jagged backdrop of the Nordkette mountain range…
Continue ReadingThis 250 year old farmhouse in the Dordogne is rambling, slightly faded, and wonderfully quirky. It’s a ten minute walk to the nearest village, Lusignac, where there is only a bar. (What else do you need?)
Continue ReadingTurning off the deserted highway onto the even more desolate road to Palouse Falls felt like disappearing off the face of the earth…
Continue ReadingTurning off the deserted highway onto the even more desolate road to Palouse Falls felt like disappearing off the face of the earth...
Continue ReadingI was sitting in the departure lounge at Houston's George Bush Intercontinental Airport's Terminal E, Gate 7, waiting to board my flight home to London...
Continue ReadingNumber one on my list of things to see in Innsbruck: Zaha Hadid's Hungerburgbahn funicular railway stations. There are four in total, each with an amorphous milky white canopy set against the jagged backdrop of the Nordkette mountain range...
Continue ReadingIf you're basically a moron, consuming copious amounts of literature on Japanese culture and etiquette is not going to help...
Continue ReadingThis 250 year old farmhouse in the Dordogne is rambling, slightly faded, and wonderfully quirky. It's a ten minute walk to the nearest village, Lusignac, where there is only a bar. (What else do you need?)
Continue ReadingUnless you're a particularly decisive person, it can take ages to find the right riad for a long weekend in Marrakech...
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