
The wrong side of the street
There’s a danger, if you have too little time in Havana, that you only see one of its many sides, and this will largely depend

There’s a danger, if you have too little time in Havana, that you only see one of its many sides, and this will largely depend

I couldn’t help myself. I kept looking around waiting to see a blonde, pony-tailed girl in hot-pants on roller-skates serving burgers and fries. From my

I brought back a lot more from Cuba than I bargained for. We won’t mention the extra kilos from the sugar in the mojitos and

The last time I went away for more than 48 hours sans laptop was in 2010. That was seven years ago. Seven years. Every holiday

I’m a great fan of Oscar Wilde and one of my favourite plays is The Importance of Being Earnest. I’ve been known to bet on

There’s a saying in Italian that loosely translates to ‘everything you leave is lost’ – ogni lasciata e persa. Determined to keep the number of

My disdain for planners has been noted. Seeing modern atrocities sitting next to traditional masterpieces does my head in. And yes, I can appreciate how,

January visitors to Budapest commented that the city was sooooo different to the Budapest they’d visited in the summer. And yes, it is. Completely different.

While out on Friday night, a Hungarian friend mentioned that the Monk of the Gulag had died earlier this week (January 15th), aged 100. As

My Balkan love affair began back in 2010 with my first trip to Subotica (Szabadka), just over the Hungarian-Serbian border. Since then, over many more