If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you’ll know that I’ve been incommunicado for the past few days because I went to Edinburgh for the weekend, which involved departing from (cue the drum roll…) Heathrow’s brand new Terminal 5. Here’s what happened. Left home at 2pm. Caught Heathrow Express to Terminal 5. All went…
Category: Travel – bon voyage!
Travel, travel and more travel
Terminal 5
Monsieur flew from Heathrow’s Terminal 5 for the first time yesterday. Being a bit of a plane-spotter, I was keen to hear all about it, so when he called me last night, I got the low-down. It didn’t take very long. “Well, darling, it’s basically a big shopping centre with a runway. It’s as if…
Malaysia, part 3: Biba’s, The Batu Caves, The Beatles and Beer
Today, miracle of Malaysian miracles, Monsieur and I made it to breakfast on time. This was of particular importance as Biba’s, the hotel breakfast restaurant, had been cited as being a favourite destination for martial arts man, Jackie Chan, apparently fuelling his lethal flying side kicks. I wondered what it would do for us. The…
Malaysia, part 2: Immersion
Apparently Monsieur and I were not immune from jet lag, in spite of keeping to local time on arrival. We slept fitfully that first night and when we finally dragged our heavy bodies down to breakfast, it was all gone. What next? We decided to talk to the concierge about our sightseeing options, but he…
Malaysia, part 1: A Malaysian Initiation
Monsieur and I had two weeks’ holiday at our disposal, so, as you do, we went to Waterstone’s in Notting Hill and stood in the midst of the travel guide section, looking for inspiration. In the end, we restricted ourselves to three guides: Greece, Croatia and Malaysia, which we pored over at home, trying to…
Bespoke Travel Kits
I have a strange thing for travel kits. When I was growing up, our bathroom cupboards were full of in-flight toiletry bags filled with nylon socks, eye masks, creams to keep your skin soft in dry aeroplane air and strange-tasting mouthwash. Dad would bring them home from his frequent business trips and we were sometimes…
The Unhappy Traveller
Years ago I shared a flat with a PR girl from the States. She earned a lot more than my meagre art-world salary, claimed all sorts of allowances (car, housing etc) to boost her already generous income and used what she didn’t spend on rent to travel. A lot. For a while I found her…
Epicurienne 