Driving through Iceland’s stunning landscapes, I chanced upon a field in the sun: a lone house breaking up the sky and the horizon.…
Flora
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When the TBEX conference and its accompanying blog trips finally ended, a part of me was dreading what came next. For most of September I’d enjoyed glamorous parties on beaches and…
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I'm ashamed to say that when I think of a Spaniard, I immediately think of the Mediterranean machismo type in a stretchy speedo, slinking around the sun drenched beaches of the…
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On a morning boat ride around the Indian island of Omkareshwar, we watched the women laying out their freshly washed saris, placing them carefully on the steps leading down to the…
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We stood, panting slightly, looking out over the pristine valley. Far off in the distance, I could just make out Girona’s cathedral spire, nestled in amongst the tree tops. “Just breathe…
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Being a bush “Which is when I said to the others, ‘We have to have Flora in the blog house! She’s like a great big bush of potential!'” Kate and I…
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In the midst of Kenya’s wet November weather, a passerby manages to keep dry with the most wonderful of classic umbrellas.…
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In the fierce heat of the midday sun, I wandered through the souks of Syria’s capital and spied a stall owner catching a quick nap among his antiques. NB: While the atrocities…
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“And here is the statue of St Anthony, patron saint of the lost. Every June we have a huge festival for him – people of all ages, everywhere in the streets,…
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Disclaimer: the following post is the first in a series that will document my two-day post-conference trip through Northern Portugal, kindly organised by the Portuguese Tourist Board. I’ve never been on…