Al Hofuf, Saudi Arabia. After three hours charging along a desert highway at 140kmh in a wee Toyota I finally arrived at my hotel. My driver, dressed in jeans, T-shirt and a back-to-front baseball cap was a young chap, Yosuf, who works in the same department as I on a dairy farm who has been …
Taranaki, New Zealand. Oh New Zealand. It’s been 10 years since I first stepped foot in this small magical country and we’ve teased each other ever since. If I could sum up my first visit all those years ago using hashtags it would go something a little like this; #dairycows #blondedanish #jumpingfromgreatheights #beerahoy #takentoastripclubbyanirishlass #epic. …
Munich, Germany. Oktoberfest affects people in many, many different ways and some more than others. For instance a gentleman at Munich airport thought it wise to check in the luggage scale instead of his suitcase. It had been a long few days in Munich for my travel companion and I and instead of bothering to …
A Tale of Two Cities. The title isn't a coincidence, I did steal it from another little known writer, Mr Dickens. It's supposed to be a good book which I intend to read one day. Not that it has anything to do with the following topic of conversation. Writing about Cesky Krumlov left me feeling …
Picture perfect yet not. I would say it is rather rare for me to dedicate one whole blog to one little town in the middle of Europe but Cesky Krumlov deserves centre stage on this occasion. Although on saying that I get the impression that this is a town that is used to getting a …
