Tuesday morning was focussed on some more pool-based lounging. Fortunately, Laura McMeekin was on fine aquatic form, impersonating driftwood, Sirens ("lots of lovely parking for ships over here") and seaweed ("Look, I'm tangled on your arm and you can't get rid of me, hahahaha ( Read more... )

Since Jonathan had to return early for work purposes, Monday was necessarily given over to some resort-based relaxation, so that we were able to see him off. (Reports of a 7-part version of "So Long, Farewell" were vastly exaggerated. Mostly ( Read more... )

The Guffields opted for a day of rest on Sunday, whilst the rest of us had a moderately early start for our bus trip to Rhodes. We felt that after 45 minutes worth of winding, country Rhodes roads we were making good progress - until the Lindos acropolis loomed back into view and we realised that we had instead completed one great circle. However, ( Read more... )

All grumbles about the 7am start quickly disappeared when we caught sight of the sunrise over the Acropolis. Besides there was plenty of time to snooze on the bus as it toured the coastal road, picking up at all manner of other resorts, and allowing us to cast our eyes over the delights of Faliraki from the relative safety of our air-conditioned ( Read more... )

With the 'kids' asleep in the nursery downstairs, the two couples on the trip found themselves in adjoining apartments at the top of the hill. Ou respective terraces were offset somewhat so as to offer a nominal amount of privacy. To maintain a conversation over breakfast, therefore, requires a certain amount of good old-fashioned windae-hinging ( Read more... )

Day Two began much more sedately, with a gentle meander down to the leafy courtyard for a briefing from our holiday rep who generally told us to go and explore Lindos for ourselves and offered a selection of day trips for our amusement. Since only three of our number had surfaced by this time, snap judgements about which excursion was most ( Read more... )

1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before ( Read more... )

Regular readers of this column may remember such previous travelogs as "Three Go to Croatia but Only Two Bring Luggage, "Three Go to Barcelona and manage to wangle free entry to the Picasso museum, pissed, at midnight", and "Final Destination" - the holiday which lost us: one girlfriend; an ovary and half; three hundred-odd pounds worth of ( Read more... )

Christmas comes but once a year. The Edinburgh festivals, on the other hand, come often in the summer months - usually in quick succession, involving long days, back-to-back fringery and a rigorous timetable to cram it all in ( Read more... )

*Blows dust off cover ( Read more... )