I am a complete Turkey
All of this to explain how I come to make a snap decision — a bad one — on the ferry between Rhodes and Marmaris.
Category Archives: travel
One ciao is good, three is better
And don’t forget it’s three cheek kisses in Europe.
The CliffNotes version of Brussels and northern Spain and Lady Lovelylocks arrives!
Brussels and Spain. Cruelly summarised.
Am I more than you bargained for yet?
It’s beautifully, flamboyantly cliché. Ricky Martin has a house on one of the wide, green-canopied avenues. His music plays here more than is merited.
Bath time with strangers!
A catch up entry from March 2017, lost between the flimsy pages of my Google Inbox and iPhone notes.
Cronut-town
And now I’m on a plane to New York. I have 60 hours in New York City: it feels like a challenge. I’ve never liked this city. However, I’m fairly certain that that’s my fault, not its.
I’ve held dreams of Boston all my life
It’s all I can do not to fall asleep in my Sam Adams, raw clams and marshmallows.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one
The London dark gnawed at me.
What do you dream of on the West Coast when my head is aching in GMT?
In which we road trip and there are too many characters: the Cub, Badger, Bunny, Bunky, Powerjam, brother, sister, as yet un-nicknamed cousin, Nakiska, Flipper and friends. And, unsurprisingly, too much drinking.
The boots with the furrrr
“It’s aprés!” I laugh.
“It’s what?”
“You’ve never…? Oh wow.”
An unsettlingly big place 