Yazzing out at the Viceroy on opulent Yas Island

Blue eyed, dressed for every situation, Moving through the doorway of a nation… …is not exactly an accurate description of my appearance as I arrived at Abu Dhabi airport, but bear with me while I attempt to tenuously link my stay at a five-star hotel to a new wave band from 30 years ago. We sped down the city’s bizarrely empty highways until we reached Yas Island and the taxi driver pointed to a glowing fluorescent blob in the distance. “That is your hotel,” he said. All bleary-eyed off an eight-hour flight I squinted at the blob. “Blimey… hotel is…

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Budapest Bread Festival: Carb-loading on Hungarian street food

I’m trying this thing at the moment where I basically eat a paleo caveman diet about 80 percent of the time, and it’s going surprisingly okay, but when I’m on holiday I like to eat. I’ve enjoyed two excellent carb and cheese-loading trips this year, which I’m feeling very nostalgic for right now. The first was to Budapest. I had an idea that it would be indulgent holiday full of heavy, hearty food – Hungary isn’t known for its delicate soups and salads after all — but then we stumbled on the bread festival and embraced the gluten on a…

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The only cat in the desert and the big TV in the sky

Even when we were technically in the desert, speeding across the stony ochre plains, we were still waiting for the Sahara to rise up from the dust and roll out a burnished carpet of soft golden sand to greet us

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Whistlestop Brussels: A Eurostar adventure

It took me ten minutes or so from pulling into the Gare du Midi to slip back in to my Brussels self

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