Égalité and the Way to a Woman’s Heart
There’s a lot to like about the French. Liberty, Fraternity and Equality is a wonderful motto and it sounds especially seductive when you say it in French. The language has loads of cool phrases...
Author: Saul
Sand, Schmaltz and the Beach That Never Ends
Travelling is tough. It requires a clear vision, a sharp mind and the ability to make decisions. You need to make decisions all the time. Should we eat in or should we eat out?...
Feeling Lucky in Small Town America
Although we had planned to head north from Boston, a pleasant coincidence had us heading west instead. My cousin Grant and his wife Judith were visiting their daughter Catherine in the small college town...
Art Escapades, Jabba the Hutt and the Beantown Nutter
My wife has many talents but a sense of direction is not one of them. I don’t blame her of course – the ability to get lost whilst continuously rotating a map with increasing...
An Interview with Myself
I was late for the interview. So I was nervous. This was the first interview that Burman was giving to a travel blogger and I didn’t want to blow it. He had a reputation...
Killer Ceilings, Bobby Fischer and a Literary Festival (A post with no pictures)
I’ve worn glasses ever since I was six years old and I reckon that I’ve known two things with absolute certainty about Reykjavik from roughly the same age. Firstly, that Reykjavik is the capital...
Silent Letters, Double Consonants and Murderous Midges
We should have known. Myvatn. The word rolls easily enough off the tongue until you reach the “n”. Words that end with “tn” really should be discouraged, like goalkeepers named “Szczesny” and places called...
Don Juan and the Westfjords
My friend Paul has a system. He uses it to determine how good-looking he is compared to the general population. When he enters a room, an auditorium or a stadium, he decides, using purely...
Snaefellsnes Peninsula Gallery
It sounds like a man supressing a sneeze, but the Snaefellsnes Peninsula is in fact a glorious, relatively deserted peninsula that stretches out from the west coast of Iceland. Enjoy some of our images.
Hitting the Road
I knew we were back in London when I saw the Heathrow customs queue. It snaked back on itself multiple times and seemed to expand and contract like a slinky spring as it moved...
