Entries by Rosalind Hadley

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Why now is the time to travel to Russia

There is an unfounded perception amongst many western people that because the Russian government is flexing its international muscles, that it has become dangerous to travel in Russia. This notion could not be further from the truth. Russia is dying economically and with a 100% fall in the value of the Rouble, a country, that […]

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Nick’s Gallery – Algeria

Having motor cycled through Algeria in 2012, here are some of Nick’s favourite photos of the country. An extract from Nick’s diary goes someway to summing this up: …we quickly found the Algerians to be amongst the most hospitable, kind, thoughtful and charming people. From our hotel manager who insisted we used his private house to […]

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An update from St Petersburg & Moscow

There is a light dusting of snow on the ground in St. Petersburg and the day time temperature is hovering around zero. No ice on the canals yet, but no doubt that the city is gathering itself for winter. Christmas trees and decorations are in evidence, Nevsky Prospekt has lights to rival Regent Street and […]

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Staying in the bush in Botswana

It’s not until you start flying over the vast panorama of nothing that you fully realise the remoteness and vastness of the African bush. We touched down at Jack’s camp, a collection of luxury tents set up by the legendary crocodile hunter Jack Bousfield, in the 70s which lie on the edge of the Makgadikgadi Salt […]

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A city break to St Petersburg

If you glance behind as you walk out of the modern steel and glass terminal in St Petersburg airport you will see the squat yellow building that once served as the international terminal. This archetypal Soviet design was replicated throughout Russia in literally thousands of airports both big and small. Drive into the city down […]

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River Cruise along the Mekong

The idea of a river cruise in some far off distant land has appealed to me for some time. Rivers are the life blood of a country with everyday life clearly visible on the bank. The thought of slowly drifting along, watching the world go by and not having to unpack and repack every few […]

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Lemarti’s Camp

As we arrived our pilot told us that Lemarti’s is a spiritual place and people come away changed. I don’t know if it was the relief of knowing that the Lewa marathon was over, or if we were truly touched by the spirit of the place – but we certainly came away with a sense […]

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Well I Made It!

Well I made it and without the help of the stretcher bearers! Not perhaps as fast as I had hoped, but 23 seconds under 3 hours! I was placed 693 out of 1,100. No one was eaten, although at one point the spotter helicopter had to stop a protective female elephant charging a group of […]

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Voyage to Antarctica

The infamous Drake Passage, 700 miles of open water separating Cape Horn from the Antarctic Peninsula, was unusually kind to us, but even so, half of the 64 passengers were confined to cabins. As we edged our way across, wandering albatross and storm petrels followed our wake, gracefully swooping and soaring in their endless search […]

Snow Disruption

The snow fall in the build up to Christmas has caused severe disruption to holiday plans and much disappointment and anguish for families. We have tried our best to rebook, reschedule or rearrange where possible, but our efforts have been frequently thwarted by a lack of information coming from both the airports and airlines coupled […]

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Motor biking in Norway

I am back. 4,500 mile round trip up through Norway by motorbike. Ferry from Harwich to Denmark, quick ride to the north and another ferry over to Kristiansand. A night in the quirky Dalen Hotel and then to Bergen with its UNESCO waterfront full of colour, noise and restaurants. Great for a weekend. Then north […]

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Spitsbergen in February

With insulated snow suit, boots, balaclava and crash helmet our small posse left the Trappers Hotel in Longyearbyen at 9.30am as the early rays of the sun we would never see, lit the horizon. A day of exhilaration on skidoos, 60 miles, through a landscape of barren mountains starkly white in the bluish light. Hugging […]