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On the road again, to Schiphol to pick up Mr B. from Paris.
After accelerating to 130 km/hr, I noticed that the car didn’t slow when I eased off the gas.
I braked slightly and tried again.
It was barely noticeable since I was going
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Photo taken in July this year during one of our best day trips in Abruzzo. Civitella del Tronto boasts the narrowest street in Italy, about 60 cm wide, and a spectacular fortress, scene of the final showdown in 1861 between the Bourbon forces and those of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, led
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Late at night, when everybody else is asleep, I reach under the bed and get out my favourite porn reading: The Rough Guide to Jamaica. Check out this extract: A mile or so past Chukka Cove, a tiny paved road cuts inland towards Cranbrook Flower Forest, an exquisitely landscaped, 130-acre nature park with several
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Shortly after arriving in the Netherlands, I signed up at the local gym, determined to get my ass in shape for this year’s Bubbling Championships in Jamaica.
By a double coincidental quirk, the first time I went, I found that my “personal trainer” had the same name as the one
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The day after driving across Europe in 18 hours, I got on my bike for a ride in the woods. I kept glancing up to check the rear view mirror.
A few days later, I felt really pleased with myself when I managed to park my bike in a shady spot – that could
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