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THE OBSERVER
Finland
Lapp dancers and Latin lovers
"I am officially the world's worst dancer. Two left feet, a chronic lack of co-ordination and about as much natural rhythm as an embarrassing uncle at a wedding reception, I'm not so much Strictly Come Dancing as sit right down."
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THE GUARDIAN
Holland
Reclaim the beats
"It's opening night at Catwalk and the dancefloor is heaving. A jazz saxophonist plays a solo beyond the leather booths of the bar while the DJ's decks are wheeled towards the back wall to open up more space for clubbers keen to throw a few shapes."
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THE EXPRESS
UK
Counting sheep takes a sinister new twist
"As my train pulls into Banbury station, I contemplate my final destination. Sadly, it’s not a cosy B&B or a grand country house hotel – I’m heading for a field in rural Oxfordshire and a large glass box."
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THE EXPRESS
Berlin
"The year was 1987 and we had come to Berlin on a school trip with Mr Robson’s A-level class. We passed through the original Checkpoint Charlie and crossed the Berlin Wall to the mysterious East to take the state-approved tour of East German tower blocks and cold Soviet statues. It felt grey and bleak even during the middle of the day."
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FINANCIAL TIMES
Disabled travel
"My meeting with Sir William Lawrence, chairman of Tourism For All, is proving problematic. As he emerges from a meeting at the Local Government Association (LGA) in Westminster's Smith Square, a pint at the nearby Marquis of Granby is out of the question as his wheelchair doesn't fit through the door. A moment of calm at St John's Church opposite Local Government House is also impossible, given the numerous steep steps and lack of a ramp."
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DAILY MAIL
Austria
Baby's first European break
"Maya was playing it cool. She may have been setting off on her first ever family holiday but aside from some nonchalant gurgling she seemed happy to snooze through the airline safety demonstration, only opening an inquisitive eye upon touchdown in Salzburg."
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THE WEEKEND FT
Argentina
A Good Grilling
"I would just never cut it as a gaucho. While the notion of life as an enigmatic loner, wandering the Pampas of Argentina with only a sturdy knife and a trusty steed for company, may have a romantic frisson, in reality I'm useless on horseback, have no aptitude for cattle ranching and don't look attractive in the traditional loon pants known as bombachas."
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THE
GUARDIAN
Romania
Gothic quarters
"Take a bite out of rural Transylvania as a guest of
count Tibor Kalnoky, a genuine Transylvanian
count,
whose 750-year family history spans the political history of "Old Europe". And before you
go getting any ideas, the man locals doff their caps to and address
as "Mr Count"
is urbane, charming and not prone to bedding down in coffins."
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THE SUNDAY TELEGRAPH
Norway
Oslo's Cheap Thrills
"Henrik Ibsen was a frugal old goat. And no doubt the Norwegian dramatist would have been grumpier than usual to learn that Oslo has overtaken Tokyo as the world's most expensive city, according to the Economist Intelligence Unit."
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INDEPENDENT ON SUNDAY
Wales
Bring out the Tom Jones in your soul
"One summer night in 1989, after taking our sixth-form common
room by storm with
a blistering encore of Wild Thing, we split the
band, leaving a gaggle of black
lipstick-wearing groupies distraught
and our beleaguered headmaster mightily relieved."
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