San Marino City – nestled high in the mountains with extraordinary views was some experience. It was the height of winter and there was snow everywhere. It was just amazing. Our bus broke down on the way, we got a replacement bus which climbed slowly but surely to this amazing city. We had crossed the Read more about Backpacking in San Marino🇸🇲: Top 5 Sights in San Marino City[…]
I worked in 2009 on the Cross Channel Ferries. My routes varied between the English ports of Weymouth and Poole, the French ports of St. Malo and Cherbourg and the Channel Islands. We often docked in Jersey and the summer of 2009 was my first (and only) chance so far in life to tour the Read more about Channel Islands: Jersey[…]
The very words “Finn McCool’s Irish Pub” will linger forever in my own memory and those of 5 other Northern Ireland fans. The reason being that back in 2005 we launched the glamorous and innovative South of England Northern Ireland Supporters Club in a bar of that very name in the seaside town of Weymouth Read more about Thirsty Thursdays: Finn McCool’s Irish Pub – Quito![…]
The fact it’s taken me a hat trick of years to finally talk about my last Christmas in Europe serves to presume that it wasn’t very memorable. Well actually it was, but for many different reasons I haven’t reflected on it until now. One is that my old hard drive was broken in 2009 by Read more about Christmas 2008 in Bournemouth, England: My Last Christmas in Europe[…]
As you get older and life changes you find you see your family less and less, unless of course you have a wife and kids of your own, which I don’t. I emigrated from the UK finally in 2009. That was the last time i saw my Mum and Dad. However it was a full Read more about My Family Don’t Seem So Familiar: 2 Years Apart and Hong Kong Reunion[…]
It’s possible that this blog is often pieced together at random intervals without showing a flowing indication of my life, so this post will hopefully show the current beliefs. And is dedicated to the forlorn, special and worldly Yu Pan Yu. Love hurts and always will hurt us, but something special should shine through. That Read more about “and you know what it means to me babe…” – My jaded Hong Kong princess[…]
It was always the plan to visit Botswana. Well, since 2003, when I met my first ever Botswanese person – Fingile, who studied with me on the Public Relations course at Bournemouth University. Most of my friends on that actual course ended up being the non-English ones. Such as Francesca – a Welsh girl who Read more about From Bournemouth to Botswana🇧🇼(…Via A Broken Arm)[…]
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 Read more about Braving Bogota – Arrival in Colombia *[…]
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 Read more about Backpacking in Australia: Touring Maclean, The Scottish Town[…]