Two Gentlemen of Verona: When Harry Met Reinhold, Part 2
“The Messner Mountain Museum in Ortles is situated in the tiny alpine village of Solda, 1,900 metres above sea level. The land here is covered with snow for seven months of the year…”
“The Messner Mountain Museum in Ortles is situated in the tiny alpine village of Solda, 1,900 metres above sea level. The land here is covered with snow for seven months of the year…”
“Taking its name from the London hotel in which Oscar Wilde was famously arrested, the charming shutter-fronted Cape Dutch building dates from the early 19th century…”
“Self-named ‘A window to the soul of South Africa’, the Blue Train encompasses the diverse landscape of South Africa’s arid plains, mountains and townships…”
In the first part of a special, epic feature, the inveterate itinerant, Harry Chapman, treads the foothills of the South Tyrol in the company of the world’s greatest living mountaineer…
“The small bush plane wobbled and then straightened as it swooped towards the dusty landing strip bordered by knobbly acacia trees languishing in the afternoon sun.”
“December is something of a minefield for most Londoners, a month to traverse with care rather than stumble through blindly. I’m afraid to say my minefield was particularly well laid with drinks, parties and lengthy dinners.”
“Located on the banks of the Crocodile River, Lethabo offers spectacular views of the surrounding blue Magaliesberg foothills in the Cradle of Humankind…”
Bed and Breakfasts; they ain’t what they used to be. The image of matronly landladies with all the charm and hospitality of a Stalag guard setting nine o’clock curfews is gone…
“Our plane glides through heavy snow, drawing slowly closer to Luleå, Sweden’s second northern-most city. Luleå is a sprawling archipelago of islands that reach out into the freezing waters of the Baltic like wizened, arthritic fingers.”
“It was my first time. I had never kissed a nun before…” Kevin Pilley educates his mouth in the Kissing Capital of the World and discovers the origins behind the annual day of love…
‘You see, my dear, it’s all about the little grey cells,’ I say smugly, tapping my head with a wise forefinger and reaching to twirl my moustache…Nick Hammond arouses his inner Poirot on a visit to Knightsbridge newcomer, The Wellesley.
If you haven’t had slush shoved down the front of your salopettes, been drenched in ice cold water by a passing snowplough or found yourself late-night ice skating with a seven-foot snowman, you haven’t experienced true hypothermic delirium.