I Am A Polar Bear

I’ve already said that almost everything about Málaga surprised me, that it wasn’t the the city full of sunburned drunken British hen parties that I expected. It’s actually one of the oldest cities in Europe – it started life around 2700 years ago as a Phoenician outpost on a trading route between Phoenicia, which is … More All about the Alcazaba of Málaga (in which I am an idiot)

“You don’t seem like the sort of person who goes to Malaga,” Barn Owl said at Brownies the night before the trip. I knew I wasn’t the sort of person who goes to Málaga. Sun, sea, sand, drunken hen and stag parties, sunburned Brits demanding fried breakfasts after a night staggering around town with a … More Málaga, we were wrong about you: notes from the Costa del Sol

I’d heard of the mythical and mysterious “girls’ trip” but it had never happened to me and I kind of assumed it never would – until it did. I was in the courtyard at Prague Castle when I got the message: “Hey, are you interested in going on a mini break? We’re thinking somewhere warm … More How I survived my first girls’ trip