Arriving in Barceloooooona
When I step off the plane it is tempting to yell “Barceloooooona” Queen style. But unusually for me I exercise decorum and restraint and just grin instead. I am sooo pleased to be here. A new city to...
View ArticlePisa. Feeling the need, the need for speed
I am staying at a camp site that is ,wait for it ..... 400metres from the leaning tower !!! How great is that ! I booked it through hostelworld.com and for 20 euros a night I am in a shared two person...
View ArticleHappy Burns Day
Xmas has come and gone and it is a new year and that means .......time for another Ryanair special offer. Hoorah !!!
View ArticleGirl power in Italy
Today is International Women’s Day and in Italy they make qute a thing of it so hello and girl power to all my sisters.
View ArticleThe wonders of couch surfing
I have walked under miles of lovely colonnaded pavements to get to the piazza which is rumoured to be the largest in Italy if not Europe. It seems like most of the people in Europe are here too as...
View ArticleRiding the glass elevator
By nine o'clock it's already quite warm and the ladies of the Torino city gardening services are out mowing and strimming the grass in the park.
View ArticleThe choco pass
So, down to the important business of Torino. Chocolate. I have bought a ‘choco pass’ is it me or does this sound wonderful? It reminds me of when I got my first credit card and I felt that Etam was...
View ArticleLeading to a TV debut
If there is anything better than sitting in an Italian piazza under a blue sky with the sun on your face then I have yet to find it, well actually I think I have .
View ArticleOlympic dreams
For my last night in Torino I am staying in the former Olympic village. Unless eating ice cream becomes an Olympic event it is without doubt the closest that I will ever get to being an Olympian....
View ArticleThe Italian who came to tea
Having couchsurfed my way around Turin in March, I was delighted to get a chance to return the favour when I got a request to surf my couch from a fellow couch surfer.
View ArticleDoes that include taxes?
When I tell people about my trip and that I paid just £1.00 including tax for my flights they say "Yes but then you've got tax on top ", "no that includes tax" I say, "Oh that includes tax" the penny...
View ArticlePre-departure: The last exfoliation!
This morning I realised I was exfoliating my face for what would be the last time in over five weeks. This may not seem very momentous to you if you are of the stubbly chin persuasion, but I am a long...
View ArticleA little yeast goes a long way
No, this blog is not about the link between thrush and sleeping in an unaired sleeping bag, it's about my initiation into the other religion in Ireland other than Catholisillysism. Stout drinking.
View ArticleWhat a Corker
The thing about travelling, more precisely the thing about travelling if you are a confirmed carb junkie like little old me is that carbs can quickly begin to make up 80% of your diet, the remaining...
View ArticleAnd the Corking goes on
At about midnight as I lay shivering in the thickest and most expensive socks known to man, every piece of clothing I have with me on, and my sleeping bag pulled up right over my head like Harry...
View ArticleThe Scottish Blog
I have been told that I am very lucky to get a flight from Cork to Glasgow as they have now cancelled it. So I am expecting the flight to be as empty as the flight here from Dublín. It's a surprise...
View ArticleM is for Metro, N is for Non
Ah Paris ... got to confess it's a bit of a favourite. I get off the coach from the airport and walk down the road to see where it takes me. I turn a corner and up the hill at the end of the road,...
View ArticleTent Wasteland
So what does a camp-hardy, be-rucksacked, adventurous, spirited gal like me do when lost in the woods of Paris with nighttime big bad wolves fast approaching? Easy. Phone a friendly Beard back home and...
View ArticleToothbrushes, taxis and terminals
I spend five perfect blissful days in Paris and I have much to tell about it, but the Beard says I am so far behind on the blog I must move on and because I love it when he is masterful, I will.
View ArticleMadrid, it's like New York on croissants
Proffering the Google map of the location of my campsite I sit down in the metro information office and hope they speak English. It doesn't start well.
View ArticleMad dogs and English women or ice cream , ice cream and more ice cream
Big excitement on the campsite. The 'market' otherwise known as the shop is open. Old grumpy knickers isn't there, it must be her 'top up your flaming red hair dye day'. Contrary to the name which...
View ArticleIdiote Savon
All I really know about Marseille is that they make soap there, and that a friend who once visited it described it as 'the arse of the world'. Which perhaps explains why they make soap there.
View ArticleFez. That's Africa folks!!!
My next stop scares the hell out of me and the flight doesn't settle my nerves. As we take off and the plane is still angled at 45 degrees climbing up to 35,000 ft, several passengers stand up...
View ArticleThe racoons and snakes of Weymouth
In the New World Portland is not an island. Dorchester is a dangerous and drug-ridden town and Weymouth is home to an $8 million wildlife centre that looks after racoons and boa constrictors.
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