Category: Travels

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COOH loos

During a conversation with a client today, I revealed many things about myself – not always to my best advantage. But one of those was the fact that I used to review loos. So here we go again. An unbiased review of the toilets at COOH Alexandria.

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English cuisine

We’ve just returned from a week in the UK, specifically England, and mostly we ate our faces off. I know that most people don’t immediately think – ah, yes, excellent food! – when heading to England, but there you go. That’s why we go. For the food. Not English food,...

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Toilet review: Raffles, Singapore

Well, it’s been a damn long time since I’ve done a toilet review, but here’s a good one for you. The oh so fancy Raffles Hotel, Singapore, famous for the Singapore Sling and peanut-filled floors. But of course, we don’t care about that sort of thing around here. We only...

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Not same, same

I’ve travelled enough to know that they do things differently everywhere. For example, occupational health and safety is not taken nearly so seriously in Croatia as it is in Australia. I’ve had to walk through road works the past week that have seen me literally walk across wobbly narrow boards...

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A long time on the road

Sixteen years ago today, two completely clueless girls strapped on their backpacks and got on a plane for London, on their first big overseas adventure, to spend six unforgettable months (except for the forgotten parts) bumming around Europe. Yep folks, on 4 July 2001, lividlili first hit the road with...

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Damn right, I am

I find myself in the curious position of once again drinking takeaway beer at an airport. An unbelievable but wholly predictable series of events has led to me being here at Singapore airport, too early to check in, and without somewhere comfortable to sit and drown my sorrows. What, no...

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Secret agents

I stayed with some friends in a mountain hut over the weekend – about which more tomorrow – and naturally we fell into discussion with our host, a hiker from Rijeka who looks after the hut on weekends. “And where are you all from?” she said. “He’s from Croatia,” I...

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Put the light on

I used to live in a hostel, in London. I lived there for a year and a half, sharing a room with five boys. Double bunks, we had, in that small room. I had the top bunk by the window. I loved it. Below me was a young Australian man,...