Travel & trips

Hell is other holidaymakers

Hell is other holidaymakers

We had the loveliest time in Parga. We really did. We went to the beach almost every day. We swam in the most beautifully clear, calm water. (In the bay off Parga’s main beach there’s an island that you can swim out to with a dinky little church and pathways to...

Parga

Parga

Not a long post from me today as I’m trying to keep the holiday feels rolling, and sitting at my laptop is seriously cramping my vibe, man. But I wanted to pop in and tell you to go to Parga, Greece, where we’ve just been on holibobs. Now. Go now. Or better still,...

A trip up Vitosha

A trip up Vitosha

  One of the many things I love about Sofia is how Vitosha mountain hulks beside it. We’ll often stroll down the streets and comment how unusual it is, in a capital city, to see a ruddy great mountain squatting at the end of the road. But we’ve never really...

172. Sozopol and Sinemorets

172. Sozopol and Sinemorets

  Yes, we went to Sozopol and Sinemorets on holiday. Again. I know, I know. We’re getting a bit stuck in our holiday ways as we get older. Every year we say, ‘Let’s go somewhere we’ve never been before. Albania! Macedonia! Georgia!’ Yet we nearly always...

163. June!

163. June!

I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but it’s June. Already. June of 2018. Yesterday it was 1998 and I was sitting my a-levels, driving a knackered orange Fiesta with a broken speedometer, and planning an award-winning career as a foreign correspondent (or stage...

162. Budapest

162. Budapest

  Armed with a bumbag full of plasters and my one foreign language (which unfortunately isn't Hungarian), we trundled off to Budapest last weekend. We’ve always wanted to go and our upcoming anniversary (12 years – I’m not sure which one of us deserves a medal...