Refined by the minarets of many mosques rising like middle-fingered salutes to the Serbians, Mostar lurks in a birch-forested valley. Across the river, twice the length of the tallest minaret, stands the Croats’ new Catholic Church spire. And on the hilltop high above the town, a cross heralds what might be an uneasy truce, but time will tell.
Albania, on the western side of the Balkan Peninsula bordered by Montenegro, Kosovo, Greece and Macedonia, and 72km from Italy, offers sandy beaches, great food, UNESCO world heritage sites, a 300,000-year history and 300 days of sunshine.
Snatches of memory come and go in flashbulb moments – a handsome young waiter, a strawberry and rhubarb something or another, then lurching into the last train home (after midnight). Comfy seats are perfectly conducive to a little shut-eye between destinations and snoring on the trains late at night is practically a Danish pastime
Life for me is always… a mad rush. I travel hard. I run fast. Always in heels. So when a sudden opportunity came up to jet over to Hollywood for the premiere of “Judy” starring Renée Zellweger, I grabbed my little suitcase and off I flew.
Since Norway is eye-wateringly expensive – think R500 for a pizza or R180 for a beer – we filled a cooler box with our favourite foods and wines; later consumed al fresco amid soul-cleansing scenery, or surreptitiously on hotel balconies, at a fraction of restaurant prices.
Unlike Chinatown or even nearby Arab Street, which have an ersatz aura about them, Little India feels like the real deal. It doesn’t take long to walk it flat, depending on how often you stop to bargain with the merchants and organised walking tours are available.
Portugal is growing in popularity as a travel destination. Find out whether it is possible to experience all the country has to offer if you’re on a budget.
We shared this semi-detached abode with our 60-something Finnish landlady who walked around in her bra, as is the summer custom. Indeed, I saw more Swedes in their underwear – business is clearly brisk for tattoo artists – than decent restaurants. It’s a great social leveler.
At Gudhjem’s Broddan restaurant, overlooking red roofs down to the glittering sea, we tucked into “Gold over Gudhjem” – rye bread topped with smoked herring, radish and a raw egg yolk. A folkdance for the mouth, it’s washed down with 38 percent alcohol Akvavit, which livened up the post-prandial walks a tad.
As well as its birds, its fish, its walks, its quirky island ways, Lord Howe Island is a drug, a potent personality-altering substance. This is the way the world should be – paradise, with brass knobs on.
The stories that come back from the Runs speak of glorious sunsets over the Ganges, over sexed cows bonding with locals over moustaches, racing around go-cart tracks, traditional festivals or lazy afternoons teaching local children to play golf.
Despite the Hollywood hype, piranha only devour dead flesh. Should you fall into the Amazon River, a tour guide from Den Blå Planet in Copenhagen advises flailing about to let these aquatic scavengers know you’re alive.
Key West, Florida is always warm with that balmy humidity that induces long, slow lunches that lead into long, slow dinners, washed down with chilled beer or wine and followed at evening’s end with a sample (or several) from The Rum Bar
A stroll through Gamla Stan, the original medieval Stockholm, unfolds teasing reflections of baroque buildings broken up by sailing boats in the filigree of waterways. Alleys twinkle through arches. Everywhere, the water calls to you.
Hong Kong strikes the balance between bustling commercial hub and quintessential South East Asian cultural experience. Here are a few must-see places
Designed for Copenhagen's Hotel Royal. which opened in 1960, Arne Jacobsen's Egg Chair cracked the nod in homes, offices, clubs and airports around the world, starring in several Hollywood movies and cradling the buttocks of the rich and famous.
Falcons and exotic little monkeys on display with their handlers complete the carnival atmosphere at Red Sqaure, abuzz with Russian and Asian tourists, a few gypsies, ‘guides’ trying to swindle roubles from the gullible, and even a Speakers’ Corner, where pro-communist comrades gather,
From my bed I'd watch a Bloody Mary sunrise fortifying the day, then set off for breakfast at Terrace Café, followed by a cookery class, where I learnt to make scones and a frittata. I believe I can fry!
Tournament chiefs insist they want to keep up with the times. If that that was the case, they would forgo their insistence on the ban on coloured clothing (whites are mandatory) for players in matches outside of the practise courts.
In the wee hours, I awoke with a start. Something ‒ or someone ‒ kept switching on the bathroom light. It would shine for a few minutes, then go dark. My husband snored on despite my persistent prodding, so I got up to gaze across the moonlit garden and fields, listening for clanking chains or deathly moans. Ikke noget!
Living in the Chilterns is a bit like living through a Cold War thriller. Life does not stop here. Life rests to take in the beauty of cows grazing, to take in the admiration of ancient churches and – at times – the sight of knackered fridges, washing machines and cookers on the front lawns of people’s homes.