Menhir, wild boar, magic potion, Unhygenix, Dogmatix. Sound familiar? Probably because you speak the language of the Gauls and of those mustachioed Roman fighters, Asterix and Obelix.
A couple of years ago, my girlfriend and I were hostelling our way through central Europe. We’d made it to Berlin, which is a little like those crossroads in movies, the ones with a dozen signs pointing in every possible direction.
Move over, Manhattan. Take five, London. Apart from being a game winner in Scrabble and relatively easy to pronounce (by Icelandic standards at least), Reykjavick is one of the coolest cities going around.
Nestled between Eastern and Western Europe, travellers shouldn’t miss Poland – known for its rich history and equally rich beer.
The news that Greek banks could be shut for as long as a week – a last ditch effort by the government to stem the financial haemorrhaging – is worrying stuff for locals and travellers alike. But the good news is that these developments shouldn’t impact your ability to have a great Greek holiday.
Our favourite show that we definitely paid for and obtained legally is back for its fifth season: Game of Thrones (aka The Saga of Peter Dinklage).
It’s probably places like the Mediterranean that inspired humanity to invent the camera in the first place. Sparkling blue waters, photogenic sunsets, white-washed cliff-top villages and enough je ne sais quoi to keep any photographer blissfully happy for months – that’s the beauty of Club Med.
Most countries of Europe are quite well known, but the further East you travel, the less familiar things become.
Make no mistake, lunchtime is a battlefield. For every glorious taco or triumphant baguette, a hundred bowls of ramen are left unslurped, a thousand sushi rolls sit unmunched and one greasy box of fish and chips goes unregretted.