It’s one of the most iconic places to visit in Europe. In Norwegian, it’s called Preikestolen – a chip of stark rock jutting out over a stunning fjord that stretches to the horizon and beyond – but in English, we all know it as Pulpit Rock.
It’s the kind of cold that sucks the breath from your mouth like a vacuum cleaner. The Scots call this a lazy wind – because it can’t be bothered going around you. Just about every other part of me is frozen. Welcome to Finse.
The Palace of the Grand Masters, on Rhodes can set your imagination running wild. Glorious arches, cavernous halls, imposing columns and dark, secretive undercrofts can satisfy even the most demanding castle-lover. But there’s also much, much more.
The Grampians’ Mt Sturgeon walk is like something out of the Hobbit; a tangled, gnarly, grey-green forest with mossy sandstone outcrops and looming mountains cleverly hidden between the trees.
My one foray into the glittering world of fashion was a pair of deeply flared trousers, made from – if you can believe this – apple green corduroy. You would think this would disqualify me from recommending an exhibition about Australian fashion. And you could be right.
There’s a delightfully varied texture to Melbourne, and not entirely because of it’s multi-cultural history, or it’s ongoing tug-of-war between being the home of the country’s best restaurants or Arts venues. One way or the other, Melbourne is worth taking the time to visit, to explore and discover.
Stuck in the middle of nowhere and the road was blockaded up ahead. Striking gold miners carrying guns and sticks, armed police and nervous locals stood between us and the town of Nazca. Except that we were standing out here, in the pitch dark, cold and with no food, water or toilet facilities. And no way of knowing if the violence was headed our way.