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A Weekend in Beirut | Jim Keeble | Lebanon, Beirut, Beirut
As I jog past the hotel where Terry Waite stayed the night before being kidnapped, I almost run over a small woman in hijab headscarf and Nikes. I apologise, she smiles, we both jog on. So it is, in the new Beirut.
A Weekend to Remember in Iceland | Jim Keeble | Iceland, Reykjavik, Reykjavik
Then we reached our hotel in Reykjavik, the clouds cleared and above our heads, the ‘northern lights’ shimmered in an ethereal swirl of emerald whispers. It was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.
Caribbean Beginnings | Jim Keeble | St Vincent and Grenadines, Other Islands, Petit St Vincent
I’d never been to the Caribbean. It had always seemed too posh (all those yachting types), too expensive, and I couldn’t spell it
Draa Valley Drive | Jim Keeble | Morocco, Southern Morocco, Ouarzazate
It’s probably my favourite drive in the world. You begin in scorched Ouarzazate in southern Morocco, more accessible than it sounds and full of tour buses, and end in the first sands of the Sahara
Home on the range - Dude ranching in Arizona | Jim Keeble | United States, Arizona, Phoenix
Cisco trod carefully, up and down ravines, past the Saguaro cacti, as tall as trees, past spikey ‘jumping cholla’, whose thorns ‘leap at you when your back’s turned’
How to Survive an LA hotel | Jim Keeble | United States, California, Los Angeles
I’m having breakfast in the small lobby bar of the Chateau Marmont. At a table barely five feet away is Gwyneth Paltrow. We are the only diners here. I’m a nervous wreck…
Iles d’Hyeres | Jim Keeble | France, Riviera Cote d'Azur, Iles d'Hyeres
Romance was called for. We’d argued in the midst of bustling Cannes. We’d argued in the tour-bus busy streets of St. Tropez. The Riviera was filling up for its summer invasion of eight million tourists
We turn to face our future. A week on a small, barely inhabited Mediterranean island called Zut in the Kornati archipelago off Croatia. There’s no ferry, no airport. No way on or off
Letter From Essaouira | Jim Keeble | Morocco, Atlantic Coast, Essaouira
Local fisherman Miloud Mouk summed it up best: ‘Essaouira is a hospital for people who need to relax.’ I’d checked into this emergency ward after the haggling, hassling, and harassing of Marrakech
Paradise Valley Montana | Jim Keeble | United States, Montana, Paradise Valley
Montana calls itself ‘Big Sky’ country, and it’s not joking. This much blue can leave you feeling a little agoraphobic
Riding in Spain | Jim Keeble | Spain, Catalunya, Pyrenees
The countryside we ride into is gently spectacular. These ancient volcanic foothills are thickly wooded, laced with medieval villages and countless paths devoid of people
Tangier Island | Jim Keeble | United States, Virginia, Tangier Island
I needed to get away from America. From all-you-can-eat shrimp buffets, drive-in dry cleaners and most of all, adverts for hemorrhoid creams on daytime TV…
The Erotic Museum, Paris | Jim Keeble | France, Ile-de-France, Paris
Start from the bottom and work your way up, said the woman at the ticket desk, without a hint of innuendo
The Redneck Riviera | Jim Keeble | United States, Florida, Panama City Beach
I was driving into a hurricane. His name was Georges, according to CNN, and he was spinning north from the French Caribbean towards Panama City Beach, Florida