The Isle of Wight and the lost trousers

A catalogue of disasters on a simple weekend break and a symphony of “lost”….from lost trousers (while I was wearing them), lost reservations, lost the car, parking fines, lost camera battery, and obviously Maria got lost in Canary Wharf which is what kicked it all off….

St. Petersburg: the scale of magnifiscence

The sheer scale of the magnificence is mesmerising, and as in a long weekend, taking it all in is near impossible, with Russian efficiency, the tour guides have you jogging to keep up. We are still in recovery three years later.

St. Petersburg the treacherous preparation

Preparing to travel to St. Petersburg feels somewhat like a spy movie. A story of visas, passport control, sleek black cars and praying Maria would not be arrested.

Oman – the airport

Maria’s view: I couldn’t believe that the time had come and my excitement was duplicated , one, because I was going to visit a completely unknown country for me (Oman) and two, because for the first time in my life , and probably the last, I was going to fly in B-U-S-I-N-E-S-S C-L-A-S-S, Alex, my