The Curious Traveller

An Adventure Weekend In Australia’s Blue Mountains

Published on July 27, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman14 Comments

The heavy contrast of the Blue Mountains’ haze against the rich ochre of the ancient sandstone escarpments isn’t the only disparity in the Blue Mountains National Park.

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Camping At Mystery Bay In New South Wales

Published on July 20, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman10 Comments

I wake up slightly disoriented and quickly tug at the zip. A tepid breeze sifts through the tall trees overhead, casting flecks of sunlight on the leaf-littered forest floor.

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Hiking A In Welsh Winter Wonderland

Published on July 13, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman14 Comments

Having recently returned from the famous, snow-covered landscapes of Mongolia, Eastern Siberia and Moscow, I wasn’t expecting much. When I heard that Pen-Y Fan had recently succumbed to a spattering of the white stuff, I smirked: “We’ll see”.

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Scaling London’s O2 Arena In Greenwich

Published on July 6, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman1 Comment

One of my favourite films as a child was Mary Poppins. I remember enjoying the songs, costumes and Dick Van Dyke’s cockney accent.

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A Day Out In Brighton, England

Published on June 23, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman9 Comments

Everyone knows the saying. As the UK saw the hottest day of 2014 so far, the media frenzied and so did the general public.

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Cyclists Only For Porquerolles Island In France

Published on June 14, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman11 Comments

We pulled out to sea from behind an angular fortress. Minutes later, white water frothed up the sides of the boat and sharp morning rays glared down on my back.

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All The Wonderful Colours Of Provence, France

Published on June 7, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman12 Comments

If Provence were splashed over an artist’s palette, huge dollops of ochre, greens and blues would run into each other, punctuated by bright dots of violet, yellow and deep, blood red.

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A Dream Come True At Monaco’s F1 Grand Prix

Published on May 31, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman4 Comments

I watched my first Grand Prix in 1993. Dad and I sat prostrate on the sofa of our French apartment, digesting a leisurely mediterranean Sunday lunch of mozzarella salad and copious amounts of baguette.

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A Quintessential Weekend In Fife, Scotland

Published on May 25, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman4 Comments

I was blind. I hadn’t driven a car since Australia five months before, where the roads are wide, the weather generally dry and the visibility great.

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The Medieval Merchant Port Of Tenby, Wales

Published on May 17, 2014May 9, 2020 by Rachel Lishman2 Comments

As you drive into Tenby you would be forgiven for cursing the bumper-to-bumper traffic that now fills the narrow streets every weekend.

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The heavy contrast of the Blue Mountains’ haze against the rich ochre of the ancient sandstone escarpments isn’t the only disparity in the Blue Mountains National Park.

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I wake up slightly disoriented and quickly tug at the zip. A tepid breeze sifts through the tall trees overhead, casting flecks of sunlight on the leaf-littered forest floor.

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Having recently returned from the famous, snow-covered landscapes of Mongolia, Eastern Siberia and Moscow, I wasn’t expecting much. When I heard that Pen-Y Fan had recently succumbed to a spattering of the white stuff, I smirked: “We’ll see”.

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One of my favourite films as a child was Mary Poppins. I remember enjoying the songs, costumes and Dick Van Dyke’s cockney accent.

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Everyone knows the saying. As the UK saw the hottest day of 2014 so far, the media frenzied and so did the general public.

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We pulled out to sea from behind an angular fortress. Minutes later, white water frothed up the sides of the boat and sharp morning rays glared down on my back.

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If Provence were splashed over an artist’s palette, huge dollops of ochre, greens and blues would run into each other, punctuated by bright dots of violet, yellow and deep, blood red.

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I watched my first Grand Prix in 1993. Dad and I sat prostrate on the sofa of our French apartment, digesting a leisurely mediterranean Sunday lunch of mozzarella salad and copious amounts of baguette.

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I was blind. I hadn’t driven a car since Australia five months before, where the roads are wide, the weather generally dry and the visibility great.

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As you drive into Tenby you would be forgiven for cursing the bumper-to-bumper traffic that now fills the narrow streets every weekend.

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