Prague - Bars, Beers and Getting Lost

Prague is a delight of ornate buildings and endless picturesque photo opportunities.  The drive in from the airport was scenic enough for starters, but having gone through my brief arrival ritual (dump bags, quick shower, grab camera and go) I’m off on foot getting deliberately lost in the meandering side streets.

Ok so I started on Wenceslas Square which is neither meandering nor a side street, but before long I was into the smaller streets surrounding the Old Town Square and the delightful old Town Hall.

The square itself, like the main square in many other major European cities, is ringed with cafes and bars which while undoubtedly pleasant, will leave a major dent in your budget if you stop for a drink or two.

Prague does have plenty of hidden, and some not so hidden, gems when it comes to sampling the local beverages.  Close to the Old Square down a narrow alleyway I stumbled upon one particular bar which advertised its particularly cheap glasses of Pilsner.

Force of Nature - High Force, County Durham, England

It may not exactly be Victoria Falls, Niagara or Angel Falls, but High Force is one of England's highest waterfalls. Situated in North East England near the village of Middleton-in-Teesdale in the River Tees valley the falls are approached by a lovely walk across fields, rocks and bouncy bridges, through bracken fields covering the surrounding rolling hills and past the spectacular rock formations.

The ideal approach takes you from the more spread out Low Force falls - as the name suggests it's not exactly high, but at this point the river tumbles over the rocks in what looks more like a strong series of rapids than an actual waterfall.

This is also the site for the Wynch Bridge, a one person at a time bouncy suspension bridge which just adds to the delightful scenery.

From there it is a couple of miles upstream to reach High Force, along the riverside path. All along there are plenty of spots to step down to the river with its extremely clear water which contrasts between peaceful calm and raging torrent - at some points resembling either a powerful jacuzzi or a bubbling geyser.

As we get closer to High Force itself, the path is keeping us hidden away in the overgrown greenery but the noise or cascading water gives away what is coming up soon. The noise continues to build, and at a fork in the pathway we take the choice which leads straight to the cliff edge, now that we're up higher than the river.

Marrakech - Salesmen Extraordinaire

Djamaa El Fna in Marrakech is where it’s at. This vast square is the hub of all activity; eating and drinking, shopping and browsing, watching and being watched, chilling and baking. It all happens in the heart of Marrakech.

Food stalls with steam and smoke wafting up and over the adjacent Koutoubia Mosque. Huge stalls of spices with a small space for the stall holder to pop his head up in the middles. Fresh orange juice stands, strong cinnamon tea, snake charmers, dancers, drummers. All before even thinking about the countless souks and the numerous burkha-veiled women offering to paint henna patterns all over your feet, ankles, wrists.

But like many other places it’s the people who make it what it is, and in Marrakech that means the swarm of stallholders and hawkers all competing for your business. They are a talented bunch, always ready with a good line to reel you in with.

Firstly though, they spot your nationality from a good thirty or forty metres away and they’ve got you in their sights. Presumably these talented hawkers have got so good at spotting the idiosyncrasies of differing national styles of dress and manner that they instantly know what language they need to use.

In all the time I was there it was rare that someone tried the wrong language first off, and even when they did, it was generally a mere momentary lapse before they switch effortlessly to English for me.

Superiority at Machu Picchu

It’s a three day hike from the Inca Trail’s starting point to Machu Picchu.  Three days of tramping along narrow trails in amongst the lush green Andean vegetation alongside the raging brown Urubamba River.  Of Steep climbs at high altitude passing numerous historical sites perched high on the mountainside.  Of waterfalls, spectacular valley views, equally spectacular craggy green mountain vistas, and endlessly energetic porters.   

But come the afternoon of the third day, after a rope swing evacuation of a sick colleague across the rampaging river, after days of the taste of coca leaves to ward off altitude sickness, and after one more climb up steep stone steps cut into the pathway, we reached Intu PunKu, the Gate of the Sun.  That in itself would be worthy of celebration, but turning to your left suddenly there it is in all its glory; Machu Picchu.

Temple Addiction

 It doesn’t take long in Bangkok to realise it’s a city of temples, and I mean lots of them.  These range from the small and hidden away to the large, grand and frankly spectacular. 

Wandering the streets of the Thai capital you stumble across countless little local temples, oases of calm in amongst the frenetic city life. 

On arrival in Thailand, each discovery of a new hidden gem is an exciting find, however this doesn’t last.  Like an addict who gets used to the hit, you find that more is needed to thrill you.  So you move on to something bigger and better, and in Bangkok that means Wat Pho and the Royal Palace.

Coastal Journeying in Croatia and Montenegro

Having touched down at the small airport in Split after a nice flight with magnificent views over the rocky Adriatic coastline with its numerous wooded islands dotting the blue sea, and being herded onto a bus for mere 50m journey from the plane to the terminal, we found ourselves queuing for one of the two immigration desks along with at least two other flight loads of people.  Chaotic scenes ensued as British and Norwegian tourists were swamped by a plane load of Russians with apparently no understanding of the concept of queuing. 

Having negotiated the passport control, and splashing out on an expensive taxi ride in to Split due to the fact that it was evening and we were starving, we were dropped off at the edge of a maze of pedestrian streets and marched off into them thankfully finding our hostel almost straight away.  We were met by the hostel’s ultra friendly host, given a map of the city with various highlighted recommendations, and so the bags were dumped and off we headed.

Bruges - Temple of Beer

Mention that you’re going to Bruges and different people will think of different things.  The romantics may think of the canals of the “Venice of the North”.  Some may think of the architecture and the main square. Some may well think of delicious chocolates and waffles.  Other will think of mussels and chips with mayonnaise. 

But me?  I thought of the beers.

If Belgian beer was an art form (which it practically is) then Bruges is its Louvre, Guggenheim and Tate Modern all rolled into one.