One of the things I find most difficult when exploring is to eat healthy while you travel. A balanced nutritional diet is fairly important to keep your energy levels up and brain active.
The problem wasn’t always the cost of buying the food, other things like storing fresh food and sourcing it in some places could prevent me from making better food choices. Continue reading Eat healthy while you travel
So one year on from Monaco I was on the other side of the world ready to celebrate another St Paddys Day. This time in Nelson on the south island in New Zealand.
I was with my old pal Robin O’Farrell-Bridger and his girlfriend Kana who was now the other half of Robin’s band Whiskey Priest. Continue reading St Paddys Day 2014 in Nelson, New Zealand
I decide to go and look for breakfast. I find a cafe called Caffe Due Merli Savona in a small street near a church and escape from the rain in there. I order a latte and two croissants with a marmalade filling. Well, this is how the lady describes it, but to me it tastes like apricot rather than the orange I am used to. Continue reading Monaco: Day 17 of 17 Happy St Paddy’s Day
In the morning I speak briefly to Win and then she leaves before me. I Look at the very limited free breakfast and decide a cup of tea will be enough for me. My bus to get me back to Rimini leaves at 1030am. I ask the guy in the Hostel San Marino to point to the bus stop so that I find it quickly. I start to get a bit worried when the bus doesn’t show after 15 minutes. A few minutes later I am happy to get on it. It’s got quite a few locals on it (Russians). We get to the train station on time which is good news for me as I want to go to the cash machine again. Continue reading Italy: Day 16 of 17: Genoa a good place for a drink?
At 0330 I think everyone in the hostel was woken by a very noisy and drunk group of 32 who are staying here. I don’t mind this if it only goes on for a few minutes, but this lasted almost an hour. Then to add to that the person sleeping below me arrived. Some ex military US fella. He was hammered, and although not too noisy added to the problems getting sleep. And to boot the Danish old man woke a few times in the night sounding like he was about to die clearing this throat. Continue reading Greece: Day 13 of 17 I can’t get no sleep