Liverpool Gallery
Liverpool is not the most photogenic city we’ve ever visited and Saul is not particularly fond of “snaps”, especially when he’s in them. But if you like photos of ridiculously happy football fans, this...
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Cuban Countryside Gallery
After leaving Havana and with the security of an experienced local driver, Saul and I tackled a fairly ambitious route around Cuba. Although we visited not just small towns, but also many of Cuba’s...
Havana Gallery
When we arrived, Cuba was not quite herself. After many occasions on which rumours of his death had been prematurely celebrated in the US, Fidel Castro had finally made his exit 2 days before our...
Drinking Rum and Queuing until Infinity
“If this is going to be like spending three weeks in Home Affairs, I don’t think it’s going to be that much fun.” My wife was grumpy. We’d been in Cuba for only 3...
Chinese Torture, Canadian Wine and the Mother of All Storms
San-Marié decided that we were falling prey to a Chinese people-trafficking syndicate when we arrived in Vancouver. I bear some responsibility for this as I refused to pay the extortionate hotel prices near the airport for a...
Keanu Reeves and a Cunning Plan
I love a cunning plan. Especially when it’s mine. Especially when it works. The most cunning of all plans, ones that are celebrated and admired, are those which exceed all expectations. Mine was one of...
Chicago Gallery
After some 30 hours of continuous travel, Saul and I arrived in a hot and sticky Chicago. Jet lag and Durban-style weather notwithstanding, we immediately started gorging ourselves on the urban delights on offer in the USA’s third-largest...
Portugal Gallery
In early December, Saul and I made a decision to include a short visit to Portugal in our itinerary. After drifting lazily westwards through Spanish wine country, we finally tackled the drive to Porto on...
San Sebastián Gallery
When we planned this trip, we did not expect the December leg to include a sun-drenched beach complete with bikini-clad beach bats players and sunset surfers. Yet in the run-up to Christmas that is precisely...
Diego Costa and the Running of the Bulls
It was a dream come true. Well, more like a collection of faint ideas I’d once had of thundering through the streets of Pamplona, leaping onto balconies in my dashing white outfit, red belt...
