This is the Netherlands, it’s flat, people cycle – everywhere. I’ve been here for two months and I now cycle regularly. I love it, the relaxation, the fun and the universality of it. It’s just something that everyone does. In England you are either going up or down, you are never flat. That’s why the Dutch don’t seem to develop muscles when cycling.
In the grip of World Cup Fever the Orange of Holland is clear for all to see. Orange is the dutch symbol of national pride. The dutch people love to wear it to show their fierce loyalty. Just near where we are staying is this bar which covered the entire outside of the building with orange pvc. It is truly an amazing sight.
I recently published a post on ‘BootsnAll’ detailing the practical steps I take to enable my travellling life. In today’s increasingly difficult travel world baggage has become a dirty word with airlines. Your big bag should be a maximum of 20kgs and your small one 7kgs. I am not a backpacker. I stay in houses, apartments and hotels. I take my life with me, and I love it.
We are staying in Ande in Normandy, France, in a converted barn. It was originally the studio for the Russian painter Vladimir Bougrine. He has been associated with the village since the 1970′s because of the Moulin d’Ande, constructed at the end of the XIIth century. It is open to artists and intellectuals to help their creative endeavours flourish, far from the stir of Paris.
For me Paris is a magical city. A city for two people to enjoy. A city for lovers. Cheta and I went to Paris to explore and discover. It was our first time there together. It felt like an important step to take in our relationship, can we enjoy all that the city has to offer and enjoy each others company?
After extensive travel and diving into the preparations for the MoonScout period in Tilburg, Graham and I took out a couple of days and went to Paris to re-connect with life itself. Graham came over to Antwerp by train from the Light and Building Fair in Frankfurt and we drove ...
I spent much of Friday watching the unfolding chaos across Europe. There are many stories of pain and courage as people make it happen. Twitter became an amazing space to watch and laugh at the drama. The hashtag #ashtag was coined and the jokes erupted (sorry about that….).
Shannon Airport, Ireland, waiting for a flight back to the UK. The previous day was one of those magic days full of unexpected pleasure that makes sense of why we travel.
Australia turns out to be a true "blue" country – even worse than I imagined! Blue = strictly rules based. On my first trip over to Australia, I really enjoyed the laid-back mentality, the hospitality and atmosphere of the people. Over the past 4 months the laid-back mentality proved to be skin-deep.
There is a magic about trains. I have loved them ever since the days of steam trains. I loved hanging my head out of the window and getting covered in soot. The wind in my face and the sound of the engine set my heart racing.
