DSC_0085, originally uploaded by njmitchell. I went to Iceland for a short trip over the weekend. This was taken at the site of volcanic mudbaths near Lake Myvatn. The sun wasn’t setting – it just hangs low in the sky at this time of year. More pictures over at Flickr.
Earlier this month – and it already seems like eons ago – I had a fantastic five-day holiday in Jamaica. I was writing about the south coast and more specifically Jake’s hotel in Treasure Beach for the Scotsman Magazine (I’ll tweet a link when the piece is published). In the meantime this is just […]
Italian customer service is legendary. Everyone who’s experienced this wondrous, infuriating and frankly astounding phenomenon has their own story. Well, here’s mine. We were in the bustling Termini station in Rome, the great city’s main rail hub, on a busy Saturday afternoon. We wanted to ask about tickets to Florence for a possible trip the […]
For weeks I had been looking forward to it, thinking of the sweeping mountain landscapes, of challenging hikes followed by rewarding drinks, of campfires and camaraderie. Even the occasional stag or golden eagle would pop up in the film that was forming in my mind, as if to remind me that this was no central […]
Can it really be over two weeks since I got home from Thailand? Judging by my fast-fading t-shirt tan and increasingly infrequent bouts of beach-set, work-based day-dreaming, I guess it can. While Thailand is one of the more ‘westernized’ of South East Asian countries, there was still so much that amazed and confounded. The frankly […]
Today me and R went for a Lothian Bus trip down to Portobello. I’ve been playing football in this part of town for years without really venturing beyond the floodlit astroturf. While I’m sure I’ve been to the seafront as a child, today was the first time since I’ve lived in the city that I’ve […]
This weekend past I went for a short break in the Highlands with Rebecca. A ‘staycation’, if you want to be all buzzwordy about it. We drove up to Oban first, the main harbour town on the Scottish West Coast, then carried on northwards to the more isolated fishing village of Ullapool, away up near […]