Let your wanderlust percolate.
Johnny Depp gets it. When his character Jack Sparrow stood at the helm of the Black Pearl and said ‘Bring me that horizon’, he was talking about the sailor’s endless quest for new waters and unchartered shores (or at least shores unchartered by most major cruise liners).
I have a ritual whenever I land in a new city. I pick the most famous local dishes, Google the best places to find each one, and then plot them on a map. I note down the walking times between each dish and chart the most efficient route between the dots.
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.
Picking the world’s best beach is a bit like arguing why your favourite colour should dominate the rainbow. Everyone’s going to have an opinion.
With Halloween fast approaching, things are getting spooky at Intrepid. Several staff called in sick during the full moon and we’re pretty sure there’s a malevolent presence haunting the downstairs coffee machine.
Going on holiday is synonymous with three of life’s purest pleasures: eating, drinking and relaxing.
So if, like me, you’re someone who enjoys the sadistic ritual of regular exercise, then you are a prime candidate for succumbing to ‘Travel Bulge Syndrome’ – TBS – where you feel you’ve earned the right to relax your diet and exercise routine a little, so you go ahead and eat your bodyweight in patatas bravas and chorizo all day every day. And follow it up with gelato. And a beer. Because, you know, you earned it, right?
How often do we make a pact with ourselves to return to a special place, but then quickly forget our resolve? Rebecca Murray wasn’t going to let that happen and set her sights on re-discovering her favourite city…
“The vibrations woke me. Pressing snooze for the second time, as I did any other Saturday morning, I rolled over. But I couldn’t help but feel this was not another lazy Saturday that permitted a sleep-in. I rubbed both eyes forcedly with my palms, trying to awaken my senses. My surrounds were unknown. Undoubtedly it was much more humid than days I had been waking to over the last few months. The sheets were rougher, the bed – smaller, the smell – mustier.