In my last post I gave you all the gory details about climbing Sydney Harbour Bridge with a broken toe. I also made a passing reference to my love of structures that span. Add these two prattlings to a conversation that I had recently with a friend and it got me thinking… Bridges.
From the moment my driver stopped the car and let me out at the Sea Gate, one of three entrances to its Old Town, I was stupefied by Kotor. And by the time I had been there only a few minutes I had decided that it was possibly the most beguiling city I’d ever beenContinue reading “Kotor: Captivating, charming, crowded”
Although generally I quite like airports, I really don’t care for Manchester Terminal 3. It’s too busy, it’s too raucous and it’s too bursting at the seams. Very few facilities. Nowhere to sit. Last time I ate lunch at the Italian restaurant there they put pepperoni in my veggie pasta. You get the idea.