Category Archives: Travel

Krakow – or how not to turn 29…

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Krakow – or how not to turn 29…

It was going to be Gemma’s 29th birthday and we wanted to celebrate properly.

We’d never been to Poland before, or in fact anywhere this close to Eastern Europe, and we had no idea what to expect. All we knew about Poland was that the Polish people we’d met in England had always been nice, so we figured Poland would probably be nice. It was pretty simple logic. Read the rest of this entry

The ‘Honeymoon’ honeymoon – Varadero

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The ‘Honeymoon’ honeymoon – Varadero

So we went on honeymoon to cuba back in August 2014. I’m not sure why it’s taken so long to write this… Actually that’s not true, it’s because I made the mistake of becoming a teacher and now spend 60+ hours a week working! Followed by school holidays spent comatose and drooling in front of the TV.

Anyway… Varadero.

For those of you who don’t know, varadero is the resort area. The place where western tourists go to forget their drizzly lives and sit on a beach/by the pool 12 hours a day.

Many travellers will tell you ‘it’s a waste of time,’ or ‘you won’t truly be visiting cuba’ or ‘it’s capitalism at its worst’. And they might be right about the last two, but for a honeymooning couple or even for a regular holiday it’s truly fantastic. We spent five nights in the Hicacos Resort and Spa, which is a truly luxurious adult only resort. Read the rest of this entry

Trinidad, Trinidid, Trinidone.

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Trinidad, Trinidid, Trinidone.

Sat on the bed in our new Casa and waiting for Gemma to finish in the shower, I read about Trinidad. First I read about Trinidad in the Lonely Planet, then I read about Trinidad in the Rough Guide. Then I read some of ‘Death and the Penguin’ because that was what I was reading at the time, and then, as I heard the shower turn off I went back to the Lonely Planet and looked through the pictures of Trinidad so I can show my favourite ones to Gemma.

We hadn’t gone outside our room yet, all we’d seen of Trinidad so far was what our taxi driver had driven past; some cobbled streets and a few attractively run-down buildings. Oh, and our Casa was a beautiful high roofed colonial building with huge arches and climbing plants in the courtyards. So far it seemed pretty good. Read the rest of this entry

In the arse end of somewhere special

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In the arse end of somewhere special

We never planned to go to the Bay of Pigs. Mind you we never planned on going to any of the places we visited in Cuba other than Havana and Varadero, we’d just gone through the Lonely Planet going “yep, that looks nice”, and “we’ll definitely go there” and then not booked anything. So after our first Casa owner had sent us to her friends Casa in the Bay of Pigs, and then when we pulled up in the arse end of nowhere, we felt fairly certain that we’d been had. Don’t get me wrong, her friend, our new Casa owner, was very nice – we were offered food and juice, and although we spoke different languages she was very smiley and welcoming. But as I’ve previously mentioned, we were in the arse end of nowhere. Read the rest of this entry

Yesterday, today and tomorrow – or trying to understand a changing Cuba

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Yesterday, today and tomorrow – or trying to understand a changing Cuba

Cuba’s history is barely history. When we told a family friend, Ray, at our wedding that we were honeymooning in Cuba, and that we were looking forward to learning the country’s history, he laughed.

“Is that what you call it?” he asked, “history? I remember when we just called it news”.

Cuba’s history, as far as revolution is concerned at least, has only just happened. Read the rest of this entry

Surviving Glastonbury Festival – the checklist

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Surviving Glastonbury Festival – the checklist

We’ve just returned from the World’s greatest festival – Glastonbury. Festival goers have been gracing Michael Eavis’ fields since 1981 and each year it gets bigger and better. But you are almost guaranteed to be bombarded with various weather conditions.

Here’s my top tips for surviving the festival: Read the rest of this entry

The return…

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The return…

Last time I got back from travelling, I felt completely shell shocked. I couldn’t settle and everything that had once seemed so much fun (sharing a flat in Nottingham) was no longer right. But I don’t think this was down to having ‘caught the bug’. Well not completely anyway.

I’d never wanted to be in Nottingham, not because it’s not a great city – it is well worth a visit if you’re in the region. And going back there, just made me realise how much I wanted to do and how little I wanted to settle down – at least not there anyway.

People often talk about the feelings when you return – a sense of being lost, flightiness, a desire for more. And I identified with them because I knew what it felt like. But this time, things are different. Read the rest of this entry

Madrid (coming home)

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Madrid (coming home)

It’s midday in Spain and we’re laughing hysterically.  Nothing funny has happened but for us it’s not midday – it’s, umm, well we’re not sure what time it is for us. We’ve just flown from Chile to Columbia, then after a 7 hour stopover in the airport, from Columbia to Madrid. We’re on our way home after 6 months of travelling and jet lag has gotten the better of us. We’ve a 7 hour stopover in Madrid too, but unlike in Columbia, we’re allowed out of the airport to paint the town red… or fall asleep on it. Read the rest of this entry

South America – The extra bits

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South America – The extra bits

We’ve shown a fair few videos of South America now; the food, the Inca Trail, the Colca Canyon trek etc, but we’ve done so much that not everything can have its own video. This video shows loads – from various treks in Peru, horse riding in Bolivia and Argentina, dinosaur tracks, bus boats, carnival and dodgy showers in Bolivia, sand boarding in chile and the Uros floating islands in Peru. There’s even a shot of me hijacking a boat whilst the real ‘captain’ wasn’t looking…. Read the rest of this entry

I dreamt of India again last night…

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I dreamt of India again last night…

For anyone who has read our blog from the beginning, this title could either mean I’m having nightmares, or I’ve gone mental. It probably also means I’m reading the novel, Rebecca.

It’s neither. And I’m not. I’m reading a much less cultured book, and a magazine. Read the rest of this entry