The driver of the ‘flying coffin’ was called Marc.
The view as we flew over the Kenyan border was to die for: on our left, Kilimanjaro jutted majestically
It wasn’t the most glamorous of starts.
Shrouded beneath the lush tangle of one of the world’s largest rainforests, much of Sabah’s rugged landscape remains inaccessible.
Nine men standing on plant-pots will not normally draw a crowd but in Lyme Regis, with the added excitement of an enormous, swinging eel, it has become a spectator sport.
Curiosity killed the cat, and apparently it was the ruin of Chesterfield’s spire too.
He was wearing only bright orange and yellow condoms and so was she. My quest for good food in Bangkok had taken me from the sublime to the ridiculous; or had it?
Dangling precariously from a narrow cleft in a limestone overhang may not be everyone’s idea of a holiday.