
Romance and Ruins in Verona
‘In fair Verona, where we lay our scene…’ A city so enchanting it provided the setting for no less than three Shakespeare plays…
‘In fair Verona, where we lay our scene…’ A city so enchanting it provided the setting for no less than three Shakespeare plays…
“When I recall hotels I’ve visited in the past, it’s the ones that made an extra effort on the design front that I’ve particularly loved.”
“A heavy summer’s rain has meant the nation’s unique and exquisite flora and fauna has erupted in an intoxicating and riotous display: sweet jasmine, lilies and honeysuckle, all dazzle the senses once you make the slow drive up the gradual slopes of the Cape Peninsula National Park where the Mount Nelson is ensconced.”
The final part of Harry Chapman’s epic adventure to South Tyrol and the domain of legendary mountaineer, Reinhold Messner…
“The road to Kwandwe is long and desolate. Driving past the industrial city of Port Elizabeth, it becomes difficult to imagine the remote wilderness of Kwandwe…”
“As the boy and I drift quietly up the Massif de Beauregard in our swinging gondola, all I can focus on is my pounding heart.” Alwynne faces her fear of the skis on a trip to La Clusaz.
If I didn’t know better, I could’ve sworn I’d wound up in a Brothers Grimm fairy tale. Tallinn’s Old Town hardly seems of this world, let alone this century…
“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.”