Photography / Reviews / Travel
Day 1 Valentine’s Day, 2019 This trip over to Armenia, ancestral home of the kith and kin of Kourtney, Kendal, Kylie and Kim began with flight FZ717 to Yerevan from Terminal 2, Dubai International. Taken initially by our regular Abu Dhabi driver, we had to change to a normal taxi at a Dubai hotel because of the risk of heavy fines for a non-registered taxi...
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Photography / Reviews / Travel
Cute anecdote The Beirut taxi driver, a bronzed, seventysomething old timer, face deeply etched with the wrinkles of war, squeezes my hand as we pull up outside Lebanon’s only non-military airport, saying, “Merci d’être venu au Liban et reviens vite” (thanks for coming to Lebanon and come back quickly) On the short fifteen-minute drive along the sun-kissed coast we have talked about the many changes...
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Thoughts / Travel
To travel is to seemingly cram more experiences, good, bad and downright weird, into 24 hours than you would in your everyday life. Sometimes those unexpected, almost bizarre, moments decide that they will congregate in a concentrated time period. Let me explain what I mean. What I am about to describe all occurred between 6 a.m. on 6th Sept and 6 a.m. on the 7th...
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Travel
Those of you who know me well are aware that I love a good travel story . I know too that the students I have taught over the years will remember the travel yarns I have told them, probably more than anything academic they have learned. It’s important to instill in them the idea that the world, although big, is hugely accessible, and contains many...
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Travel
What follows is my diary from my recent three week trip to the north of India. Being an “in short bursts” kind of typist, I’m going to publish it in two day blocks, a serialisation if you like. I hope that, in spite of you reading of an occasional hiccup, you will still want to visit this amazingly sensual and colourful nation. India never fails to impress. ...
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Travel
So, I’m sure you would you agree that it is time for some memories of Copenhagen after the debacle that was Malmo. Well this was never going to be one of those short city breaks infused with liberal doses of culture. Hangover yoghurt was a more likely culture bet than art and literature. This was billed as a bar-hopping celebration of those few brief, blissful...
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