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San Francisco, USA Each time I travel I pretend I am immune and each time I journey it catches me. Most call it jet lag. I call it, quite simply, brain/time disconnect.Travelling to San Francisco is a classic. Eight hours, yes a full eight, of time difference exists between Brit and Yank. Night becomes day, day becomes night, and my body hasn’t a clue. The hotel’s gym demonstrated this perfectly in a way that perhaps I had best explain.The other morning, two days into my US trip, I awoke from what I was sure[...]

Addis Ababa, Ethiopia I sense the time is right for a new classification of hotels. Forget one-star, two-star, three-star and beyond. Forget recognition by travel and motoring organisations with the granting of rosettes, badges, pyramids and other art forms. I suggest we start by dividing hotels into one of two categories; those where wet bath soap stays on the bathroom shelf and those where it simply slides off. My hotel today, in the heart of Addis Ababa’s Bole District, is a slide-off not stay-on establishment. In fact, there are two shelves in[...]

Newcastle, United Kingdom It was as I bent over I knew it would happen. And then it did. A ripping, tearing sound, followed by an immediate blast of fresh air to sensitive parts as my trousers ripped from very front to very back. Oh no, why me? I had travelled to the north of England, Newcastle, to help the locals with an operation and was changing out of my theatre blues into a jacket and tie, ready for my journey home. It was a day trip and I had not a stitch[...]

Paris, France I am sorry but I must complain. You see it is all to do with Paris. Paris, that Mecca for all travellers, certainly a centre for romance and a capital city so close to London we Brits could almost call the place our own. The problem is simple. Paris has changed, actually France has changed, and not always for the better. I remember the days - OK I am as old as time - when I could wander the Parisian streets, ride the Metro, even get on a wobbly bicycle[...]

Engelberg, Switzerland I have caught them out. Easy really. Caught the Swiss red handed. I can only hope the nation handles its finances more honestly than their cattle control.You see it is all to do with electric fences. There’s me, sauntering down a Sound of Music slope fit, almost, to burst into song. Mind you, you have not heard me singing; it is not something I would recommend. Meanwhile from the field beside me drifts the dainty tinkle, occasional clang, of cow bells. I cannot see the animals as it is misty but when[...]

Weggis, Switzerland It really is the last thing I expected of Switzerland. I mean they are so terribly clean, aren’t they? Everything is tidy, everything is precise and everything, well almost everything, is so terribly punctual. Switzerland is definitely the type of place anyone would wish to live until…until…well until the fly. For reasons that escape me the Swiss appear to have mastered most things in life but, for whatever reason, they appear not to have mastered the house fly. Once is bad luck, twice is misfortune but three times or more?[...]