The altitude, hyper-alert driving, hiking and fresh air cause such exhaustion that by the end of my second week on the road, once I’ve sat down in my camping chair with a book in one hand and a cuppa in the other, I can’t recall the morning. I know I must have risen early and […]
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The Million Dollar Highway, Silverton & Durango – Colorado
The brochures and info sheets say the Highway 550 will test my nerves with sharp turns and narrow roads. It is a beautiful stretch of road, with lovely views, but I can’t drive at the speed I want because, even though it is morning, I usually have someone in front of me setting the pace, […]
Where the heart is: Ouray, Colorado
It’s supposed to be monsoon season, but so far, there’s only been one rainstorm. I wake up to the wet, fresh air and pack. The tent’s fly is wet, so it sits at the back of my car, fanning, as I drive with my windows open. It’s early, so the drive is a dream, cruising […]
Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park
It’s early on Sunday. 6 am and already people are awake, tent poles click as camps are taken down; pick-up trucks rev their engines and drive away, pulling their boats to shore. It is going to be a busy day, but my unexpectedly long drive yesterday means that I’m close to Black Canyon of the […]
Campground hunting on a Colorado Saturday
Sometimes the road kicks my ass and I wonder if having a staycation wouldn’t be better. Things can get a little hectic, especially if it’s a sunny Saturday, fairs are going on, and I haven’t got a clue where I’m really going because I’m mostly making up the trip as I’m driving along, perching at […]
Rome, Italy
It’s mid-April and we’re in the midst of an ice-storm that’s so bad school’s been cancelled. Wrapped in a blanket, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa that’s laced with a little zing, is the perfect time to reminisce about the warm heat of Rome, the cooling gelato and the kind smiles of strangers. […]
Cinque Terre
Riomaggiore It’s the middle of July, and hot. Italy is experiencing a heat wave, but when I get off at the Riomaggiore train station I don’t notice. There are other things to take note of: the village’s harbour, the sea, and the splash of colour that stands against the green of the surrounding Parco Nazionale […]
Genoa, Italy
I love cities where laundry hangs from the windows, or is neatly folded over sagging lines across alleyways. It’s a living city. Full of real people. It’s not made pretty for tourists although I think drying laundry is the prettiest sight. Hanging laundry is one of the first sights I get in the city, […]