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Thailand: All Together Again
Some reviews said that the ferry to the tropical island of Koh Phangan was a rusty tub that was always late and also home to families of cockroaches. While it was a little…
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Malaysia/Thailand: Monkeys Everywhere
After enjoying a few days in George Town, the largest town in Penang Island, we were keen to explore more of the island so we booked three night in Tony’s Guesthouse, a hostel…
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Malaysia: Tea and Scones
When my phone alarm went off at 5.45am, we were already awake, woken by the torrential rain which was loud enough to drown out the sound of the bedroom air-com in our guesthouse…
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Malaysia: Pink Taxis and Mischievous Monkeys
Pangkor is a little island, about a 20 minute ferry ride off the western coast of Malaysia. Although our bus journey there took over seven hours instead of the scheduled four with no…
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Malaysia: Another Journey Begins
WEBSITE UNDER CONSTRUCTION 😮....but please read on It was a wonderful morning …….to head to the airport and leave the country, one of those dreary dark January days when the wind slanted the…
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Electric Travels: Highs and Lows
The night before we left home for our two-month roadtrip from Ireland to Morocco in our completely-electric van, I had a dream -more a nightmare – that camels were towing us through the…
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Electric Travels: Closing the Loop
Spain in November was much colder than we expected. Our week in the Sierra Nevada was gorgeous with mainly bright sunny days and cold nights (as low as 2C), Although the daytime temperatures…
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Electric Travels: A Pause (paws) in Spain.
Most days, the air was crisp and clear…except when the locals burnt their mounds of tree clipping , wafting plumes of smoke into the air. The sky was a blinding blue and we…
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Electric Travels: Out of Morocco
I was jittery, unable to eat anything. Caoimhin had no such qualms tucking into fried eggs and hunks of bread for breakfast in our little apartment in Cabo Negro, a little seaside town…
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Electric Roadtrip: From the Mountains to the Sea
Our washing danced in the breeze on the clothes-line strung up between two olive trees in the rustic campsite in the Rif Mountains in Morocco. The figs had been harvested, and so had…
