I write a lot about places I visit and my memories there. What I normally neglect to mention in the madness of it all are the places I stay and the transport I use hopping to and fro, so I will try and give more reviews of hostels, bus journeys, train journeys, hotels and airports…
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My entrance into Colombia couldn’t have been more dramatic. Actually, of course it could have been, but it wasn’t. If none of that makes sense, then neither does somehow boarding a flight you weren’t booked on within 20 minutes of a flight you were booked on with no rational explanation. I was happy. One of…
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The Black Cat!!! This was a gem of a hostel for the ardent traveller. I had heard of it a few times even before my weary head popped up in the unknown Paraguayan capital city of Asuncion. The above yellow and brown building, shyly central, unadvertised and cosy, this hostel is one of my favourites.…
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Right then – Diego Maradona – easily my favourite ever non-British footballer. Fact. The Argentinian superstar, a small, arrogant kid from the streets of Buenos Aires who set the world alight with his amazing dribbles. You’d be hard pressed to ever find a better footballer for his height. He was quite simply the best player…
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Limehouse Hostel will be remembered, mainly because it was the first hostel I stayed in in South America. I booked it in advance, and knew that on my first night in South America (the joy of which fell to Buenos Aires) I would be staying at the Limehouse Hostel. I normally choose hostels by price,…
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It wasn’t the first time I left Auckland international airport. I had been there 3 and a half years earlier, flying that time to Kuala Lumpur, on an onward connection to the Chinese capital of Beijing. Here in 2010, I was slightly more worldly, more eager and infinitely more nervous. Nervous and excited all in…
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Australia has a few Scottish towns and influences of course (Perth for one, and Bothwell for another). But Maclean is in the north part of New South Wales and I popped in to see what was there. Advertising itself and promoting itself as “THE Scottish town in Australia”, tartan designs, bagpipes, murals, Scottish names and…
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It was a funny old day and in the end a well worthwhile trip. Morning began for me with a 6am start in Loki Hostel, La Paz. This meant I would miss the free breakfast that day, as it doesn’t start until 7am. I got a sharp taxi ordered from hostel to bus station (I…
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