Castles, forests, Catholicism. And gypsies. And Dracula. I’m not proud of it, but these have long been the sole buzzwords I’ve always associated with Romania. Along with a lot of countries in Eastern…
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“Do you mind not taking photos right now, please?” The long haired Scotsman at the front of the room looked over at me pointedly, as I sat back guiltily in my…
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On the Old Perth Road, not long after you exit Inverness city centre, there’s a Shell Garage petrol station on the right hand side of the street. Beside the outer wall of…
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We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for the sake of auld lang syne… The last time I crossed over the border from England to Scotland, I was ten years old…
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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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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…