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On my recent trip to England, I was keen to do something which I hardly ever do when visiting my family in the UK: I wanted to say no to homemade bacon sandwiches and takeaway Chinese food, and yes to...

As I told you here, my annual UK trip this year was organised a little differently than usual. I'd decided not to let myself fall into my usual spiral of boredom this time around (not so easily avoided when staying in...

I've wanted to visit Amsterdam for absolutely ages. Whenever I'd talked to friends about going away for a weekend, I'd always suggested it, but unfortunately for me, everyone always told me they'd already been and promptly suggested going somewhere else. After...

I've spent quite a few summers in Halkidiki/Chalkidiki/Chalkidice/Chalkidike/Χαλκιδική, or whatever on earth you want to call the three-fingered peninsula in northern Greece. I've always been lucky enough to be shuttled around by locals who know precisely where to take me, and...

I’ve had some bad New Year’s Eves. I’ve spent huge amounts of money on very disappointing nights out, I’ve been to many a boring house party, and I’ve even gone to bed before midnight and woken up at 3 a.m. to...

Turin is one of those places that most people have never even heard of, and if they have, it’s because of FIAT, or because it’s “grey and boring and industrial” (it’s not), or at very best because it’s the home...

It’s August. It’s hot, it’s humid, it’s hell, and I should never have come back from Greece because summer is great there, and any remaining excitement about living in Italy has been replaced with an intense feeling of disappointment every...

In recent days, I’ve been off on another one of my Mainland European trips, this time with my mum and to a country I’ve never been to before: Germany. We’d decided to go to Berlin as it is (in a very...

After spending a more than sufficient 5 days with my family for Christmas, eating mince pies, drinking tea, sitting by the fire, and hitting a couple of Boxing Day sales, on the last Friday of 2012 I headed off on...

Straight after my lunchtime shift last Friday, The Greek and his beaten up Fiat Punto arrived to pick me up and whisk me away to Paris. Now that’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear myself say. After a Greek lesson on...