The traveller can experience all forms of transport in modern-day Europe - from the ultra-modern and efficient trains of Switzerland to the aged ferries which ply the Greek islands, they can be a way of getting from A to B as swiftly and comfortably as possible, or they can be an experience and a joy in their own right. In this section we celebrate the pleasures to be had while on the move, and hope to provide readers with some ideas for their next trip
A fierce wind is wailing in my ears, buffeting me back from Cornwall’s cliff tops like a nightclub bouncer and warning me away from the deadly drop to the sea (writes Amy Laughinghouse). Although a storm is erupting like an angry rash on the radar, I press on stubbornly (some might even say stupidly) towards the Bedruthan Steps—hulking rock formations that dominate the beach below.
On my first morning in Poland, I woke up in Hitler’s personal security quarters - and yes, that made me feel just a touch uncomfortable (writes Amanda Kendle). Fortunately, once I got outside what is now a very reasonably-priced hotel on the Wolfsschanze or Wolf’s Lair site in northern Poland, the green forest calmed me down, despite the presence of bombed out bits of concrete bunkers and other buildings which had made up one of Hitler’s main bases in the second half of World War Two.
With sublime scenery and exciting coastal drives, the sun-drenched Sorrentine Peninsula is a spectacularly beautiful corner of southern Italy (writes Rebecca Burns). From virtually every patch of land on the peninsula you can see the sea sparkling, dotted with tiny boats and outlying islands such as Ischia, Procida and Capri. Inland, you pass olive groves and fruit orchards, glimpsing branches laden with the biggest lemons you've ever set eyes on.
Having travelled over 147 million kilometres on a solar wind, particles from the sun crash into the northern hemisphere, causing an astonishing brilliance of colourful light in the night sky (writes Antony Hayes). This is known as the Aurora Borealis, and while it is a rare sight for distant travellers, it is a common occurrence over the wintery sky of Trømso in the very north of Norway.
There was a time when the journey was as much a part of the experience as the destination (writes Careena Bruen). With the advent of the jet-age however, that became, if not quite a thing of the past, very much the exception rather than the rule. Now we are entering a new phase though.
Most guide books to Andalucía list Trevélez as a tacky tourist town, but I prefer to make my own judgement (writes Simon Newsham), which is why we chose it as our base for a few days of walking in the Alpujarras mountains south of the Spanish city of Granada.
A fierce wind is wailing in my ears, buffeting me back from Cornwall’s cliff tops like a nightclub bouncer and warning me away from the deadly drop to the sea (writes Amy Laughinghouse). Although a storm is erupting like an angry rash on the radar, I press on stubbornly (some might even say stupidly) towards the Bedruthan Steps—hulking rock formations that dominate the beach below.
On my first morning in Poland, I woke up in Hitler’s personal security quarters - and yes, that made me feel just a touch uncomfortable (writes Amanda Kendle). Fortunately, once I got outside what is now a very reasonably-priced hotel on the Wolfsschanze or Wolf’s Lair site in northern Poland, the green forest calmed me down, despite the presence of bombed out bits of concrete bunkers and other buildings which had made up one of Hitler’s main bases in the second half of World War Two.
With sublime scenery and exciting coastal drives, the sun-drenched Sorrentine Peninsula is a spectacularly beautiful corner of southern Italy (writes Rebecca Burns). From virtually every patch of land on the peninsula you can see the sea sparkling, dotted with tiny boats and outlying islands such as Ischia, Procida and Capri. Inland, you pass olive groves and fruit orchards, glimpsing branches laden with the biggest lemons you've ever set eyes on.
Having travelled over 147 million kilometres on a solar wind, particles from the sun crash into the northern hemisphere, causing an astonishing brilliance of colourful light in the night sky (writes Antony Hayes). This is known as the Aurora Borealis, and while it is a rare sight for distant travellers, it is a common occurrence over the wintery sky of Trømso in the very north of Norway.
There was a time when the journey was as much a part of the experience as the destination (writes Careena Bruen). With the advent of the jet-age however, that became, if not quite a thing of the past, very much the exception rather than the rule. Now we are entering a new phase though.