As January is a busy time for me in the office, Sue took the opportunity in the last week of January 2007 to go for a girl’s skiing/snowboarding trip for a week at Les Arcs, France.
Sometimes you go on holiday and it’s simply not what you expected, especially weather-wise. That’s when the guides tell you: “you are very lucky to see these exceptional conditions”!
In Nepal we hired a helicopter to take us from Kathmandu up to Everest, via Lukla and over Base Camp. You can't actually get level with the top of Everest - as choppers can't fly that high - but we did get spectacular views.
Alex is not mad. Having never sand boarded before, he waited until his second trip down the dune to do the 6 foot sand boarding jump. Doing it on the first run down would have been mad!
Given that we were going half way around the world, I was very keen that we made it out as far as the Great Barrier Reef ("GBR") for some of the best diving in the world. Although some persuasion was required, Sue ultimately arranged for us to go diving on a 3 day boat trip, to the outer reef of the GBR.
Our 1st trip to the Rockies was to the colder resorts in Canada, Northern Rockies, in the very cold and dark days around Christmas ... and they had what the locals called “an unseasonably cold snap”! It was 40 degrees below, and that works in Centigrade or Fahrenheit!
After university, but before starting work, Sue & I toured Europe together “on a shoestring”. The second month was spent on “Eurorail” travel – ie trains across Germany, France, Italy, and even to Prague. One night was spent on the deck of an overnight ferry from Bari, in Italy, to Corfu; another was under a wooden roof, no walls, in Florence, but most were spent on a train or in our tent.
I was put off Southern Italy, perhaps somewhat unfairly, at an early age as a victim of crime.
We were on our first safari in South Africa at a “tented camp” called Ngala, very close to the Kruger National Park. The “tents” are made of canvas overhead, but permanent structures with full double beds, bathing area and lovely outdoor showers.
There was no real luxury on our honeymoon, just rest and relaxation in the Cypriot sun. We even had to hitch a lift to the local town to hire ourselves some fans to keep the fisherman’s cottage down to a sensible temperature.