The staff at the Airport Regal do a good job and my ten-pace room was ok but I still feel like I have escaped from room 1072 rather than simply having checked-out.
To ward off bordeom I recommend the COVID equivalent of the old Pick-up Sticks game. In this version (I guess we should call it a variant) you use swabs instead and push them up your nostrils.
Tourists, so often lost in their own pleasure zones, tend to be unaware of what their presence can mean to regional economies. In contrast, local people are profoundly aware of it.
In a battle between a concrete mixer truck and a Bangkok cab, there can be only one winner.
Breaking news: A very different kind of airline high jacking at Heathrow.
With my recent luck, if I avoid COVID, I’ll get sunstroke instead.
What an outstanding showcase for Irish whiskey Aer Rianta International provides at The Loop (which may, just may, have been named after a Johnny Sexton-called backs move).
Oh what great craic this travel life is, sitting isolated in a foreign hotel room shoving cotton buds up one’s nostrils.
I didn’t mind the price but I did question the value. The peas were about as freshly minted as a 1930s coin, more the colour of army camouflage gear than the bright, fresh-picked green of the menu photo.
When the definitive history of airport dining is written, the breakthrough influence of the original Caviar House Seafood Bar at Heathrow may be viewed as the seminal moment that food quality and consumer satisfaction first got a look in.
Why should a wonderfully innovative product such as IQOS, which aims to convert cigarette smokers to a much safer alternative, have to be locked away in this dungeon?
Our Bloomsday story offered a welcome change in tone and voice from the travel headlines that seem to dominate the mainstream media here.
My immigration experience at Heathrow was ghastly. You could almost smell the COVID in the packed, putrid, largely maskless environment.