On the 7th of July every year my thoughts turn to 1988 in Pamplona and the running of the bulls, the Festival of San Fermin. Even back then we had the moral debate as to whether we should go because it was a great party, or not go because it was cruelty to animals. Being [...]
Holy Toledo alright – all I can see around me are rows of steel knife blades, glinting in the light – am I going to need Batman to save me? Happily no, I am in a shop, a shop proudly displaying the centuries old tradition of superb steel blade-work, originating centuries ago with swords and [...]
Marrakech first seduced me when I visited in 1988. So it might seem surprising it took me over seventeen years to get there a second time – what can I say, so many countries, so little time! And it just confirmed to me all over again, how much Marrakech enchants me. So what makes it [...]
Liked the oasis, loved the sand dunes, hated the camels! – there you go, a twitter length summary of travelling in Morocco in 1988 with mixed results! An Oasis in the desert Heading south from Fez for nine hours, we pass through hard barren reddish deserts, and at one stage we achieve enough altitude to [...]
Like many young Kiwi’s arriving in London in 1987 for my O.E. (overseas experience, common kiwi slang for heading to London to earn pounds and travel the world for a couple of years), I had vague ideas about working in London for a few months, saving my pounds, and in summer heading off to see [...]