Let me offer a salutary tale. There is one kind of insurance that I was glad that I had. A few years ago a week long snowboarding trip in Chamonix, France ended in a very painful way. It was the last day of the trip and there had been a big dump of snow the night before.
Before you start reading this I had better issue a bit of a warning. By the time you get to the end of this blog post, there is a real danger that you could feel a severe case of wanderlust. Those of you who already suffer from pedes pruritus (Latin: itchy feet) best look away now.
My perception of Amsterdam has always been a sleazy city with little to offer families. After becoming a mother some years ago the last place I've ever wanted to visit was Amsterdam. However a recent visit proved me wrong. Here are just a few of the things you could do when visiting with your family.
In any industry, innovation is critical. It's how we make progress. It's how we transform and shape the world so that it best suits our needs. It's how we succeed. The travel industry is no exception: innovation is what has given us the ability for commercial flight; to visit different parts of the world frequently and affordably; and in recent years, it's changed the way we research, plan and book travel.
Instead of screaming bloody murder at your screen, maybe you should feel sorry for the gloaters. While you bask under the florescent lighting of your office, dreaming of greener grass, your travelling online-associates are raining on their own parade. They are wasting their time in #paradise by making sure that you at home know all about it.
We went to Sharm-el-Sheikh in Egypt (small compilation of holiday snaps below) predominantly so he could study for his diving licences, whilst I, being a very pale, wintery type unable to cope with such crazy heat, used my dive widow time to try out various new beauty finds, mostly from the haul I panic-bought at the airport Boots.
The policeman comes into our room. It's almost 10pm, and we have been at the hotel for five hours, but it is clear that there is something he needs urgently. He says a few things to us in Chinese. We give him our now well-practiced blank stares of incomprehension.
One ageing Asperger on his way into downtown Orlando, not on Route 66 but rather Link 36 of the local Lynx bus system... I'm through the worst of the...
I began the week with jewellery and the doctor and finished in Paris. A year ago I was called by my local surgery to have a health review. I did not go; I did not want to go. So, the doctor rang me and said that if I did not make an appointment and attend I would be struck off their list of patients.
I need a drink but in this country where everyone is happily killing themselves with sugar, fat and salt I'm having a real problem buying a nasty glass of wine, let alone a spicy cocktail. Can you believe it?
Sadly, much of the China of most Westerners' lyrical imagination has been blown away by the winds of time. Or rather, the events of history. A fondness for wooden structures and 5,000 years worth of legendary warring has led, inevitably, to many ancestral halls and statues being razed to the ground. But in Hangzhou, the horizon will be instantly recognisable to visitors from any country.
So many places; so little time. Yes I love to travel, but deciding on where to go when there are so many places can be tricky...
Where the term solo female backpacker starts to annoy me is the assumption it creates and reinforces that women are somehow automatically at more risk when they are travelling, that somehow they are in more danger. The false assumption that it is more dangerous for women to travel the world is wrong.
Not to be trumped by the third heir to the throne, I too am in the process of organising a return trip to Greenland and to the Arctic. Unexpectedly, the Greenlandic Tourist Board has kindly invited me back in December to celebrate Christmas in the capital city of Nuuk with the locals.
I fell in love with Western Australia not once, but twice. The first time I was in a little coastal town called Kalbarri. I had landed a job as a guitar player at a local seafood café, getting a free meal plus enough dollars to pay for my lodgings. As the sun set on the nearby ocean, I would play my tunes, sip beer then head home to look forward to another day of idling in the sunshine.
For some of us it isn't Christmas yet until we've heard Bing croon his way through the nostalgic notes of 'White Christmas' and sung along to the best of our ability. But for others, they want the real deal. They want exactly what Mr Crosby is singing about; glistening treetops and sleigh bells ringing in the snow.