Buffets on board ships are terrific places to observe eccentricity at play, and the Queen Mary is no exception.
Unleashed from the constraints of conventional food-pairing, buffet-grazers are …
Just when you think that you have these islands sussed, a headline such as this will appear, and abb another quirk into the fabric that these naugha-Viking islands weave.
The Faroe Islands are a touch odd; it is their very …
Well, I have been here for twenty-four hours, and that added to the collective wisdom garnered on three previous visits, I feel, bestows expert status.
I can assert with little doubt that the weather in the Faroe Islands is not …
Naujaat is a small community in Nunavut, lying on the shore of Repulse Bay, and sitting astride the Arctic Circle
I am, it has to be said, fortunate in the amount that I am …
Tbilisi is always interesting, and my all-too-brief stay there last week once more conjured up some surprises and ideas. It always does, and suffice it to say that were I to decamp and move to Georgia, a thought that has …
It is very easy to become a creature of habit; travelling as I do, I find myself almost searching for patterns, looking for flakes of continuity in an otherwise fairly random life. I am staying currently in the Courtyard Marriott …
There really are few places whose daily peak is at about 0400; in fact, I can’t think of another off hand. However, Tbilisi airport is one of those, and it was my pleasure to have landed there this morning at …
What a fun place this can be.
Issues with the airport notwithstanding, my last day in Tbilisi was brilliant. Once again, it was punctuated with insight and conversation, ideas and debate; it is a really interesting place.
Of all places, …
This is Day 5 of a rather fascinating week in the Georgian capital, Tbilisi.
I am here principally for business, although sneaking in a few minutes of dinner and a child’s portion of the remarkably good Georgian wine has …
Now even I would be the first to admit a certain lack of impartiality. Riding, as I am, well restored by a couple of beakers of the concentrated soul of the Italian sun, in the business class cabin of a …
One of the more surreal parts of an endlessly surreal week is officially being somewhere that I am not, and in the future, to boot.
Let …
Rarely am I reduced to silence; in particular as I travel. This journey, however, is rather different, and as I find myself hurtling across the Atlantic Ocean at a sedate 25 miles per hour, safely cocooned by the overwhelming comfort …