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Travel Blogs from Wembley
England to Africa: 28th September 2010 – 1st October 2010
14:45 Tuesday 28th September 2010.
On colourless concrete paving stones, under rolling autumnal English skies, I waited for a bus to turn the corner into Beckingham Way. It was late. Bus after bus came and went, though none of them bore the number 580 which would signal the start of a long, long journey. Outside Chesterfield coach station, in the English ...
Marrakech to St. Louis: 27th October 2010 – 1st November 2010
A glass of mint tea. Such is its prevalence and social importance throughout the region, it seemed apt to be savouring its sweetness while we overlooked, for the final time, the delightfully entertaining activities going on below us in Marrakech's Central Square.
Mopeds dived between horses, donkeys and carts. Fruit juice squeezers stood high in their trailers, surrounded by ...
Fajara to Bamako: 13th November 2010 – 14th November 2010
In the mêlée of trying to board the ferry, Roger discovered an empty pocket that only moments earlier had held around £20 worth of Gambian Dalasi. This did not please Roger. We turned our back on the waiting boat and heaved against the crowd to find space at the back of the scrum to assess our options.
We'd woken at 06:00 in the small Gambian town of Fajara ...
Destinations The Holiday and Travel Show
I received 2 free tickets for this show, seemed a shame to waste them so I went there
It was the underground train to Earl's court, at least the strike had finished, but it was still busy
We got to Earls Court, it seems everyone had free tickets (and forgot to fill them out and they all forget to bring a pen)
We never had to wait, I had mine all filled out, memories of last year
... in 1666, and made our way up towards the dome.
Here, I was completely bowled over. I cast my eyes up towards the dome and was hit with an devastating feeling of grandeur and magnificence (and, perhaps, a twinge of vertigo) that I couldn't look any further than halfway up the opposite side of the wall. I tried again, and made it just a little bit further. I had to find a place to sit down, and I started to cry. I have never had a religious experience ...