Visitors to the USA arrive clutching driving licences as tightly as passports, since viewing the land of the free usually means handcuffing oneself to a steering wheel first.
Travel writingSonoma Vineyard WalkingArticle credit: Financial Times May 2008Visitors to the USA arrive clutching driving licences as tightly as passports, since viewing the land of the free usually means handcuffing oneself to a steering wheel first.
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Eating in ChinaArticle credit: Waitrose Food Illustrated February 2008Day one On Chinese soil at last. For the last 35 years, I’ve revered Chinese food: what will the real thing be like?
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Malta for Time TravellersArticle credit: Financial Times, 2006
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Travels on the China tea trailArticle credit: Financial Times, 2007China is an education. Will the world's most populous country become for the next generation what the world's richest country has been for ours?
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See St Emilion and DieArticle credit: Financial Times, 2007The pleasures of wine travel are seldom scenic.
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Reaching IthacaArticle credit: Financial Times, 2006Greece is a country of water and sky as much as rock and soil. This elemental interfingering - bay, mountain, cape, isthmus - always leaves the traveller with a sense of elation.
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Venice in FogArticle credit: Financial Times, 2006There, next to the shuttered kiosk, was the first bridge: stepped, balustraded, the black night water slopping beneath it, a rakish police launch moored to one side. Beyond, half-visible through the thick fog, lay a stone path, a portico, another bridge.
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Dionysiac MadnessArticle credit: Financial Times, October 2006Portugal's Upper Douro Valley is a hot attic room in the rambling mansion of Iberia. I first visited 18 years ago. Tractors had, by then, replaced the squeaking bullock carts remembered by old Douro hands, but in other respects it remained a journey to wallow in for those prone to agricultural nostalgia.
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