To maintain the same rigid 14-day cancellation policy from the days when quarantine room demand far exceeded supply is outrageous.
Jacqui and I compared our life journeys from New Zealand to where we are today. Journeys from the bottom of the earth that have, we hope, a long way to run yet.
I may, just may, about to become the face of ‘the website that never slumps’.
What I like most perhaps about the store is its non-formulaic approach. No semi-forced walkthrough here, you can go off-piste just as much as you want with a surprise in the form of a travel retail-exclusive or newcomer at almost every turn.
I’ve been travelling so much that when I visited my dentist on Friday, I actually (and I swear this is true) went to fasten my seat belt as I sat in my chair. Given my aversion to dentists and what followed, I probably should have.
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.