Right on cue, the inevitable “what on earth do we buy Simon for Christmas?” conversations have begun. Yes, me. The sibling who’s “always impossible to buy for,” – “the traveller of the family,” with no fixed abode, gradually hoarding (and forgetting about) tinsel-lined paper bags in various cupboards around the country.
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What makes the perfect landing? Beautiful scenery, jovial ground crew, and white-knuckle crosswinds that mean the autopilot stays off; according to the pilots we questioned. Here, we round up their favourite airports.
As a child, the ultimate treat was a day out to Knowsley Safari Park, a mere mile from my Merseyside home. However, it being the Seventies and us not having a car, we’d have to wait for four-wheeled visitors to take us. It usually ended with them driving off in a huff minus their windscreen wipers that had inevitably been pulled off by the mischievous inhabitants of the monkey enclosure.
By the time I arrive at Holy Isle, I already feel a world away from hectic modern life. The air is fresh and clean; an oystercatcher forages along the shore where the scraggy hills meet the crystal blue sea.
Back in midwinter, I went looking for the type of holiday I didn’t really want. It would be my first as a single person for 37 years following the death of my partner in April last year and was freighted with negatives. There were to be no echoes of places Tony and I had enjoyed together down the years. Nor any we’d talked of exploring. Ideally, it would be something undemanding, and I’d set off reassured that he would have been bored stiff.
Whisper your name to yourself – your normal, boring, unremarkable name. Now say it again, but add “Lord of the Manor of Laxton”. Mmmmm. Much grander. Wouldn’t fit on many application forms, but it’s got a ring to it.
Imagine spending the best part of 17 hours stuck in a tiny room with somebody you really dislike, with no opportunity to escape, while being required to constantly interact.
As the new Narcos: Mexico series begins, the Mexican actor recalls his most memorable travels around the world.
The Great British high street hasn’t received a lot of positive press in recent months. Store closures have dominated the headlines.
The traditional Rio bar scene is alive and well, where small establishments remain the pretension-free places to be, serving up ice-cold chopp (draught beer) by the tray-load, accompanied by some of the best bar snacks going. Tap rooms are trendy, the variety of beer now matching that of the indulgent snacks, while a cocktail explosion has seen mixologists curate elaborate drinks menus and local distilleries craft small-batch gins, unashamedly taking the best of London, New York or Paris then pouring it through an unmistakably Brazilian filter. And, of course, there's always the caipirinha.
Historian and broadcaster Dan Snow will be joining an exclusive tour commemorating the 75th anniversary of the D-Day landings next June for Telegraph Travel.
Slowing down to gawp at a catastrophic car wreck is, for most of us, as insuppressible as a sneeze. It’s innate, though morbid, to peer towards and not away from disaster, provided we’re at a safe distance - and it’s perhaps why the true crime genre is so very popular.
For too long, there’s been a significant gap in my personal map of South America. I’ve covered most of it by plane, coach, ferry and horse, but never Peru and never anywhere by train.
On a recent family trip to Vancouver we discovered that our pre-booked Airbnb apartment was occupied when we let ourselves in using a key code given to us by the host.
The nomadic nature of much of Rio's nightlife makes for some incredible settings for one-off parties in the hills and mansions of neighbourhoods like Cosme Velho and Santa Teresa, but also makes much of the underground scene seem somewhat impenetrable. Follow the right social media accounts (see Moo, Digitaldubs and RARA) however, and be welcomed into a world of unique and friendly parties. Underpinning that are the permanent venues strewn across Lapa, from samba bars to the unmissable, palm-lined Circo Voador, where many of the best international tours pass through, as well as local leading lights.
As an act of faith in my guide, I plunged my hands into a termite’s nest. “It’s excellent mosquito repellent,” Ricardo assured me, as the tiny ant-like creatures swarmed over me. “Now, rub your hands together (I feel mean, squashing them...) – the smell of turpentine they emit will protect you.”
Some 505-miles long and the only major river flowing into the Mediterranean, the Rhône is navigable on the 192-mile stretch from the French foodie capital of Lyon – where it joins the Saône – to the sea.
The UK capital, as we all know, is awash with major tourist attractions - such as the London Eye, the Tower of London, and even other places which don't contain the word "London", like Madame Tussauds.
Bled has come a long way since the turn of the millennium. In 2004 Janez Fajfar chugged me through the sleepy streets that snake around its mystifying, eponymous lake in an socialist-era Yugo, into which we could barely both fit. Then, all was calm.
The bicycle is central to the Dutch psyche. People hop onto two wheels at a tender age and keep going until (almost literally) they drop. Hipsters, grannies, toddlers and CEOs all trundle determinedly through towns and swoop around the countryside. In a land of 17 million inhabitants, there are 23 million bicycles. In Amsterdam nearly half of all journeys to work are made by bike. This is a world you disrupt at your peril. Here’s how to get by relatively unscathed.
When Joaquín “El Chapo” Guzmán was bussed to trial in New York on Tuesday morning, Brooklyn Bridge was closed. It looked like a stunt. It was life imitating art – or TV crime drama, at least. The “most powerful drug trafficker in the world” was not going to escape US justice, as he had twice escaped Mexico’s equivalent – once by bribing guards and hiding in a laundry cart and a second time by slipping down a tunnel beside his prison shower. Cue motorcade, sirens, hardware, muscles.