I’m in a dusty desert town, somewhere in the Kasbah Valleys of Morocco. I am being scrubbed raw by a woman our guide calls ‘Mama Africa’.
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What to expect on ‘Hola Cuba’, by Americans who have been on the trip
by Bex Shapiroby Bex ShapiroAt the end of a recent Hola Cuba trip, I asked a selection of American passengers just two questions: what the highlight of their trip was and what they wish …
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Panama City is unlike any other city in Central America. The country has the fastest growing economy on the continent and the impressive skyline reflects this development. But don’t let …
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I’ve been to every country in Central America; here’s why El Salvador is my favourite
by Sarah Scimmiby Sarah ScimmiEl Salvador was the last Central American country on my list and I regret not visiting it sooner. Come with an open heart and you will be welcomed with open …
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Our Shinkansen bullet train to Takayama rushes through the bellies of mountains, past snow-weary evergreens and rice fields resting under sheets of pure, white snow. Small alpine towns race by …
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Given its proximity to Russia, it might be tempting to dismiss Georgian food as heavy, stodgy and bland. But nothing could be further from the truth. As any traveller to …
