In October 2013 I went to Cambodia for a week on a charity trip with Action Aid to help build a library for a small village outside Siam Reap. The trip was organised by my old company as part of their Giving Something Back initiative, so everyone on the trip was from the organisation. There is a lot of backstory for this one…
Between Christmas and New Year my sister and I decided to have a mini-adventure near her house in Manchester. We decided to make a trip to nearby Dunham Massey, at stately home and park on the outskirts of Altrincham (confusingly pronounced Alt-ring-ham). It was cold, but beautiful.
Compared to the unending misery of Auschwitz, the visit the following day to the salt mine was a joy. Except that I forgot I don’t like being in a) small spaces and b) underground. Apart from that, all good.
Mini holiday to Krakow time! My friend and I had planned to go to Iceland, but failed to get organised and left it until everything was too expensive. This is the second year we have failed to get to Reykjavik for exactly the same reason. With the time already booked off work, a quick flick through Pinterest Travel board provided the inspiration when I alighted on a crazy picture of a chapel in a salt mine with chandeliers. Clearly this was a place that needed a visit.
And so it was that we found ourselves on the return flight from Beijing to Shenzhen, considerably less drunken but considerably more travel sick (me). This was compounded on the ferry trip to Macau, which resulted in a happy ten minutes retching into a paper bag by the ladies toilets alongside other miserable travellers. Rarely has there been a more glamorous arrival into Macau.