Modern Corinth is hardly a dazzling metropolis, but its harbour is beautiful, her sparkling waters enclosed by mountains. And its hospitality is legend. In so far as it doesn’t exist, and perhaps never did. Indeed, the hotel we stayed in …
Tramping through the city we find our hostel, nestled in an alley over-run by peddlers and the howling of dogs, crawling in wicker cages outside a satanic pet store. A Byzantine church defies the squalor, as a gypsy boy sings …
Fiesole, Fiesole, Fiesole. For as long as I live, the word will be an incantation, pulling me from whatever muck I have found myself in, kissing me with sun and hill and grass, with the memory of wine and figs, …
My time trapped inside a crowded and wet Salzburg hostel had taken its toll, and, for the first time since leaving home, I was spine-quiveringly ill. Which was perfect timing, really, given that my next destination was one of the …
Ah, Vienna… City of Mozart, chocolate and chocolate Mozarts, I was immediately seduced by this living gallery of art and music, an architectural utopia in which nearly every building is a museum piece, particularly, but not exclusively, around the unforgettable …
If the hype of hyperventilating backpackers is to be believed (and, let’s face it, it always is) then Europe’s hottest destination is Croatia, “the Mediterranean as it used to be.” So it was with great joy that my train from …
The wisdom goes, as wisdom does, that if you have any preconceptions about the Germans (of the sauerkraut, bratwurst and beer kind) then you will have them realised in Bavaria in glorious abundance, and every German I had met on …
