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On the last day of our first trip to Hanoi (we plan to return again as there is so much we have not yet managed to see) we ate very sweet stuffed croissants and drank egg coffee in a local bakery for breakfast. Mine had a filling of chocolate and Tim had pistachio. The treats… Read more

We were pleasantly surprised by ‘Daily Limousine’, the transport service we had booked via the 12Go app to take us to Trang An. They picked us up and dropped us off door to door, the seats were roomy, the air con was effective and there was even WiFi. No it wasn’t an actual limousine, but… Read more

We booked three nights in Hanoi and arrived before we could check in, so after leaving our big packs in reception we went to find some lunch. The soup with bits of meat floating in it tasted a bit odd to me and it turned out to be the worst meal I have had in… Read more

We booked a night in a hotel in Wandsworth the night before we were due to fly out to Hanoi as I was worried that there would be some issue with the trains from Bexhill after the bank holiday weekend and that I would miss my flight. We decided to go to the ‘Electric Dreams’… Read more

After Dad died I got the urge to travel back to Chessington, in the suburbs of southwest London, where I grew up.  I planned to spend a day visiting my childhood haunts.  The word ‘haunts’ hints at the possibility that I am not the only person who has felt the need to make such a… Read more

My Dad, David, died peacefully in his sleep on 23/2/25. Tim and I returned home less than a week later and have now been back in Bexhill for eight weeks. I have been grateful for the chance to spend time thinking and talking about Dad and to support my Mum to organise Dad’s funeral, which… Read more

We packed up in plenty of time to have a relaxed breakfast in our hotel before leaving on our tour to Hoi An. We had booked this in a tourist office just round the corner. The enterprising Vietnamese make it very easy to travel in their country – there are small tourist offices around every… Read more

We bought tickets to Hue, Vietnam from ‘Miss Noy’ travel agency with some trepidation. Miss Noy’s husband, a French man who has been living in Vietnam for many years did nothing to reassure us. ‘We heard that the journey is a bit uncomfortable,’ said Tim. ‘It is run by Vietnamese,’ said the Frenchman. His shrug… Read more

While we were waiting for the boat back across the river and out of Don Det I made the decision to start popping the antibiotics that I had packed for emergency use. There was no doubt I had a UTI. My back was aching and I was feeling like I needed to wee every five… Read more