Nights at the museum... And other things I liked about Faro, Portugal

So, last year, we said hello to a slightly new logo; this year, we’re saying hello to a slightly new title format! In the last couple of years, my trips have become less “experience as much as possible”, and rather more rest, recuperation, and a little culture. As such, I don’t always have helpful “...and other things to do” when I visit. But that’s okay - in all honesty, reader, these blogs are just as much for ‘future me’ to reminisce as they are to inspire ‘current you’ to visit.   

Portugal is one of those countries that have been on my 'must visit' list for the longest time. Friends, on learning I'd not yet been despite being Ms Travel, would always vehemently recommend a trip, which only further added to my desire to visit.

The choice of Faro was considered a unique one; many asked why I opted for here over the likes of Lisbon and Porto. Both are most definitely still on my list, but I simply thought lower down in the country, the warmer it'd be later in the year; we were visiting mid/late September. My friend (and former flatmate, with whom I've visited Singapore, Budapest, Copenhagen, and Brussels) and I were simply after good food, good wine, and a restful time.

The hotel 

We knew we wanted to go for a 'boujie' hotel with a pool when booking our accommodation, but we didn't realise just how fancy we'd gone until we arrived at Pousada Palacio de Estoi (due to the fact we were sharing a room, and there was a deal, it was a rather favourable rate!) We were literally staying in a heritage museum. Mind. Blown. As the hotel themselves put it, it was 'where the legacy meets the luxury'. From the fountains to the Renaissance-style painted frescos, this was truly something to behold.

We were offered a glass of champagne or water upon arrival, and then shown around some of the grounds. The upper floor areas pretty much maintained its 18th-century roots as a holiday home to a nobleman, and then Viscount, while also exhibiting Roman artefacts that had been uncovered on the estate. It even had its own chapel. The downstairs was more contemporary, with modern art sculptures and the guest rooms. 

Within 15 minutes of putting our bags down in our room, we went in the pool. It wasn't warm by any means, but cold water swimming is good for you, right?! We did a few lengths and widths to start our holiday. The hotel also had a much smaller heated indoor pool, which we popped our heads - and our bodies - into. When we weren't swimming, we were wrapped in robes reading poolside (hello, Jacqueline Wilson - thank you for taking me back to my childhood with your first adult novel, released just in time for this trip!)

On our first night and third night (which was our last night - it was just a long weekend trip), we dined at the hotel; the food was rich in flavour. Both the seabass and the pumpkin soup I had on the respective nights hit the spot. 

Going into Faro 

On the second day of our trip, we worked up the energy to venture into the centre of Faro, and not just stay at our remote hotel. A friend of mine who lives in Lisbon drove down to visit, and we spent the afternoon as a trio nattering, eating, and doing a little shopping at the local market. The seafood in Faro was absolutely delicious! 

That evening, my former flatmate and I went on a food and wine tour that started in the Old Town, and stopped at various places in the main centre and along the harbour. Well, it was billed as a food and wine tour; however, I found out I was pregnant a few days before I set off on this trip, so it was just a food tour for me. Baby's first holiday, at 5 weeks in utero - definitely my child, eh!

As I learnt in Bilbao, food tours are a great way to spend an afternoon or evening: not only do you get to eat local delicacies at authentic restaurants and bars, but you get to learn an area's history, and meet new people. Our guide was enigmatic, and took us to four spots in the city, where we were able to try 10 different dishes. I learnt that tempura is actually Portuguese, and that they do it damn well. I had some of the juiciest prawns I'd had in a while, and even tried something called spiderfish... 

Walking between the restaurants, we also learnt some Portuguese history, especially in relation to the Moorish people and the Brits. We also learnt that a couple we made friends with on the tour had paid to tour our hotel earlier in the day(!!!!). It was a lovely evening filled with good food, laughter, and even a few deep conversations with strangers. 

Our Faro verdict

Our break to Faro was just what we needed: a restful break, with swimming, eating, and reading by the pool. I did feel a little bad that my nausea and exhaustion did make me a little slower than I normally am when travelling, but my friend was an ideal companion for the trip - and for most trips, which is why we have done many together - she was super supportive and understanding. 

If you're not looking for a slow paced break, and want something more dynamic, Faro is a great jumping point to nearby towns and cities that offer a little more excitement, such as Portimao and other beach-side Algarve towns. I perhaps would only stay in Faro for life in the slow lane for a few days. Lisbon and Porto, you're in my sights now! 

Going on a viral mystery holiday... and other things to do in Bilbao, Basque Country

Picture this: I rocked up to Gatwick Airport, a carry on suitcase and a colleague in tow, with absolutely no idea where I was going. Yep, this is exactly how my trip to Bilbao started.

My visit to Bilbao was part of a work trip for Secret London and Journee, where myself and my colleague were sent on a mystery holiday. Journee plan and book your flights, hotel, and most activities, and you only find out where you’re going and what you’re doing once you’re at the airport! Read my review of Journee, how they work, and our review of their whole offering in my dedicated article here and watch the reel here.

So, to avoid making an SEO cardinal sin, and duplicating content, this blog post is going to be solely about Bilbao, in the same vein as my other Twenties In Transit city guides. However, I’ve gotta start by saying, I HIGHLY rate Journee, I would go on another Journee trip in a heartbeat, and if you’re on the fence about booking a mystery trip with them, JUST DO IT.

The food

Despite many trips to Spain since childhood, I didn’t know much about Bilbao or the Basque Country before my visit - apart from the fact that it’s known for its food. My goodness, it is a foodie’s paradise. The area has a high concentration of Michelin-starred spots, and in general, food is very well priced. I ate pintxos every single day, and my fave Spanish omelette twice a day, throughout the trip.

On our first evening, we went to Cafe Bar Bilbao in the palm-lined Plaza Nueva for dinner, opting for a selection of pintxos instead of a main meal. Everything tasted fresh, and had fantastic flavour. The tomato sauce on the mussels were divine, while the calamari was seasoned so well. The bread, topped with fresh tomatoes and salty anchovies were chef’s kiss.

My favourite activity of the trip was one of the ones organised by Journee: a pintxos and wine walking tour. We learnt so much about pintxos and its place in Basque culture, how it differs from tapas, and of course, enjoyed some amazing food and wine. Each pintxos we ate was a work of art, and packed lots of flavour and more ingredients compared to the area’s main meals. I tried things I wouldn’t have tried if I was simply dining out on my own (e.g. the olive oil collagen on cod and bread; it looked like my nemesis cheese, but was so delicious). My favourite pintxos of the night was in the last bar: shredded duck cooked in a peanut sauce, topped with a caramelised apple. All the wines we tried were excellent too.

The tour was a small group one, and our group gelled well. We all had a laugh as we learnt (and failed to execute) the special pour of the Isastegi Sagardo Naturala cider, and went on to get dessert at the ice cream shop Gelati Gelati with its numerous flavours (I’m talking doughnut flavour to mojito flavour). It was on this tour that I discovered my new favourite drink, a kalimotxo, which is a mix of red wine and coke. Our British brains may say it shouldn’t work, but it really does; it lightens the taste of both drinks, to make a refreshing mix.

The culture

On the food tour, we learnt a lot about the Basque Country’s history - as we walked from place to place, we made some stops where the guide pointed out important structures, and we got a bit of a history lesson in one bar too. It was so interesting; as always, I realise how little we learnt about certain histories at school…

On a separate tour, we headed to Guernica, which was bombed in 1937. It was a sobering visit, learning about what happened on that fateful day, and seeing how the city was rebuilt. We also learnt about the conflict with Picasso’s painting, which our guide advised was bestowed to the Basque people, and still hasn’t been returned to Basque Country (it now currently resides in Madrid).

We got to see the old Guernica tree, which is in a mausoleum, and the new one, which to this day is ceremoniously used for new parliaments and marks the place where important matters are decided.

The sites & surroundings

I know I said I wouldn’t go too much into the Journee aspect of the trip, so that you check out my dedicated Secret London review and the reel on Secret London’s IG, but I have to shout out the incredibly detailed guidebook and itinerary the Journee team created. It had everything from how to get to the airport to advice on local tipping culture, plus listed local sites to visit. The whole city is very walkable - I averaged at 20k steps per day because we saw so much!

One of the main sites of Bilbao that most people know is the Guggenheim Museum. Modern art isn’t particularly my thing (though making up stories about what each piece represents is); however, the museum itself is a particularly striking, cool building. I also loved the Puppy statue outside, and loved the face there were birds living inside the flowers of the big dog. Contrary to this, I did not love the Maman statue… horrid thing. Elsewhere in the city, we visited the Doña Casilda Park, with its beautiful fountains, and headed up above the city via the Funicular for fantastic views of the terracotta rooves and lush green mountains. I loved that the repetitive Bilbao sign formed a gate… and a great photo op.

Although I’ve never watched Game of Thrones, I did visit Gaztelugatxe (Dragonstone aka home to my fave Emelia Clarke). BOY, that was a hard climb. However, the camaraderie of the rest of the group on the tour kept me going, and it was a beautiful view from the top. I also loved how it looked with the staircase winding up the island’s cliff face too. The guide made sure we understood the importance of respecting the nature in the areas surrounding Gaztelugatxe too.

In conclusion, it was a fantastic trip. If Journee hadn’t matched me with Bilbao, I would have probably overlooked the destination, and that would have been a big mistake! We had good weather on most days, but even the thunderstorm on our last evening (and the resulting dash back to the hotel in flip flops) didn’t dampen our love for the city. Once again, I highly recommend Journee, but also a visit to Bilbao.

Why shoulder season getaways are best… and other things I loved in Larnaca, Cyprus

People often ask how I'm able to go on holiday so frequently. Now, yes, rigorous saving and monthly budget planning plays a HUGE part (as well as putting off ‘doing the bathroom’ for the last three years lol), but when I travel is a big factor too. Shoulder season - the very start or very end of recommended visiting times - are when I prefer to travel. And as this varies from country to country, it means I can travel for cheaper at different times of the year. 

Upon my return from Cape Verde, I knew I needed something to look forward to before sinking in my teeth to the next few months of work, and my family spoke highly of Cyprus after their visit last year. After my wonderful trip to Greece in 2022, I was keen to visit their territory on this island. And what better way to get a good break without breaking the bank? A visit in shoulder season! Here are three reasons why I loved this trip.

The weather 

Travelling in shoulder season is notoriously risky for good weather, but you know what? It's always paid off for me! We were very lucky with Cyprus: a perfect holiday temperature of 28-30 degrees for the first three days, then a cooler, still pleasant, 24 degrees on the last day. The following week was billed to be a much milder 20-24 degrees throughout, so I definitely chose the right week. 

The length of your break (and the cost)

Obviously, the longer the break, the more cash that'll leave your bank account, but during shoulder season you'll get more for your money - the cost of a two-night break during the height of summer can be the equivalent to a four- or even five-night stay much earlier or later in the season.

To minimise my costs even further, I opted for just three full days in Cyprus - though the late flight back on the fourth day was a nice bonus. While I've done city breaks for as little as 24 hours, this was my first time doing a short beach break outside of the UK. It was just what the doctor ordered.

Despite fully embracing the total bliss of this mini-beach break, I do slightly regret not going on at least one excursion or venturing properly into the town; I missed out on truly getting a feel for the culture and lifestyle of Cyprus. On our coastal coach ride back to the airport, we passed attractions I'd have loved to visit - like the Magic Dancing Water Show and the Sculpture Park - and while I did get a decent look at the latter, it'd have been cool to stroll through (and take selfies with the sculptures!) 

The busy-ness 

I said this in my last post, but for the past year or so I've been holidaying differently. It wasn't a conscious choice - perhaps a switch just clicked in me as I turned 30, living my best life, lazing on a raft in Jamaica - but where I prioritised seeing as much as I could wherever I visited for the past 12 years, I now value to taking it much slower. Seeing some of the area, and relaxing plenty. The adventurer in me is sure as hell still there, but I do it in a different way now - organised excursions mostly - and on longer trips.

As this was a mini-break, I spent most of my time at the pool or beach, sunbathing, reading, and swimming. Having only learnt to swim last year, this was my first time swimming in the open sea (the Cape Verde sea was too rough), which was an absolutely amazing experience. While the sun was hot, both the sea and pool at my hotel were cold, but once submerged, I adapted quickly and it was pretty refreshing. Cold water plunges are meant to be good for you, right? 

On our first night, we ventured to the notorious Ayia Napa. Now, we were definitely 10-15 years older than the majority of people there, but you know what? I had a good time. The music was decent and the drinks cheap, plus as we learned from our cabbie, the season had literally just started at the beginning of the week, so the bars weren't crazy packed. I didn't love the constant badgering by the reps trying to get you into their clubs though - leave me be! 

I will definitely be returning to Cyprus for a longer trip in future to see more of the island, and experience the culture outside of the hotel. We just missed experiencing Orthodox Easter by a few hours, but it was very cool to see the decorations going up both at the hotel, in shop/restaurant windows, and even on the roundabouts in the street.

An ode to Spanish dining culture... And everything I ate in Málaga, Spain

So, last year, we said hello to a slightly new logo; this year, we’re saying hello to a slightly new title format! In the last couple of years, my trips have become less “experience as much as possible”, and rather more rest, recuperation, and a little culture. As such, I don’t always have helpful “...and other things to do” when I visit. But that’s okay - in all honesty, reader, these blogs are just as much for ‘future me’ to reminisce as they are to inspire ‘current you’ to visit.   

This was my first trip to Málaga in 23 years - though I flew in and out of the airport for a wedding last May - and I was looking forward to making more memories in the Andalusian city. We stayed about half an hour south of the airport, in Fuengirola, and intended it to be a low key break away from daily responsibilities - and that's exactly what it was. Owing to the time of year, the weather was a little hit and miss, with a mix of sun, downpours, and grey skies, so we basically ate and drank our way through the town. Here's (nearly) everything I ate on my visit. 

Breakfast

One of my favourite things to do on holiday is eat breakfast alfresco, ideally under a palm tree, or with a few nearby. We went to the same spot, Heladería Morango, each morning. Despite primarily being an ice cream shop, their ‘regular’ menu was fab, and everything tasted so fresh. I could have drunk that orange juice by the litre, and their tomato, avocado, olive oil, and ham open sandwich was so moreish. Even their Full English made an impression.

Pre- or post-breakfast each day, we made sure to stretch our legs with a good walk; then another in the afternoon, and evening too. Whether just strolling the boulevard, dipping our toes in the FREEZING sea water, or heading onto the stone-made pier, the views were brilliant. Good food, good views; what more could I ask for?

Home cooking 

As we stayed with family, we benefited from some lovely home cooked meals - the best was the serving of incredibly big, juicy, sweet prawns, which were bought by the kilo! I could have eaten them for hours on end. It really showed what a scam our "jumbo king prawns" are in the UK... 

Every afternoon, rain or shine, we passed some time on the balcony, accompanied by fresh bread, a charcuterie board, and olive oil and balsamic. Simple, delicious. While I do this at home, enjoying it overlooking the sea brought a whole new dimension.

Dining out 

From a delightful Spanish omelette (a nostalgic tapas of my childhood) at an inconspicuous marina cafe-bar to a saucy arroz caldoso at a restaurant overlooking the sea, we ate a fair few meals out. I couldn't fault a thing.

One meal was shared with my partner and two colleagues at Restaurante La Viborilla. I work for a Spanish-owned company, and have been meaning to meet one of the colleagues for months; it just so happened we were all holidaying in the same area at the same time. After outlining likes and dislikes, I had absolute joy in having my food ordered by my Spanish counterparts to ensure we tried a range of dishes specifically from the region. We had coquinas (reminiscent of tiny mussels you could snack on like sunflower seeds); boquerones al limón (fried anchovies - so moreish); gambas al ajillo; and arroz caldoso. The latter was billed to us Brits as a 'winter paella' - it was gorgeous, like a soupy, seafood paella. The setting for all this food was beautiful; we overlooked the sea from a balcony in the cliff, the blue water hitting the shoreline below. 

Back along Los Boliches beachfront, we visited Restaurante Videra. Warm fresh bread dipped in the garlicy, herby olive oil of the gambas al pil-pil was a nice start, while the seabass was the star of the show. It was cooked on an outdoor grill, and the seasoning was top tier. Soft fish, lightly crisped skin... Mmm mmm mmm. I finished with the sweetest chocolate fondant I'd had in a while. Much like all meals we ate on this trip, everything was flavourful, and sooooo well priced. Back at home in the UK, you’d be paying triple for, in some cases, half the quality.

Sangria 

Sangria gets its own section. I feel I am leaving Spain with half my red blood cells actually being red wine. I love sangria, and while I do recreate it at home on occasion, I can't beat enjoying it overlooking the sea from various locations along the Costa Del Sol. From the €1.75 supermarket bottle to different restaurants' cocktail mix, each tasted unique, but all gave me holiday vibes. My only regret of the trip is that I didn't try the tinto de verano as recommended by my friend/colleague as the local preference for wine-based drink. I'll be back though!

All in all, this was solely a three-day escape to eat my body weight in bread and seafood. And you know what? Spanish food speaks to the heart. With all the walking, and the good quality, fresh food, it was healthy indulgence. Where to next for my next food escape?

Why travel is my therapy… and other things to do in Boa Vista, Cape Verde

When it comes to holidays, nine times out of ten, I plan in advance. I save up bit by bit, book the annual leave, and then spend a few months fleetingly anxious about the flight and the prospect of turbulence, lol. This time, I half did that - my brothers and I had planned to do a 2024 trip together, but we left it to five weeks out to book and impromptu chose Cape Verde. This destination hadn't been on my radar before, and a fair few people to whom I mentioned our trip also hadn't heard of the islands, set around 900 kilometres west of Senegal. I've probably said this in various previous blog posts, but it has been one of my favourite places to visit thus far.

In the build up to this trip, my brothers and I have had various stressors - this trip was definitely needed. Travel has long been my therapy of choice: away from my onslaught of responsibilities and different roles in life, I always reset, focus on myself, and gain perspective. Cape Verde is a great place to do that. 

Choice of island 

Cape Verde is home to 10 islands, nine of which are inhabited. Santiago is where the country’s capital city lies, while a lot of people holiday in Sal and Boa Vista. We opted for the latter; the more laid-back island, defined by its beautiful beaches and desert landscape.

Cape Verde’s motto is “no stress”, and it is repeated by locals, tour guides, hotel workers, and everyone we crossed paths with, really. This vibe permeated from the moment we landed; Boa Vista’s airport is mostly outdoors! I felt like I was at a holiday resort already as the sun filled the shaded-but-outdoor passport control line, and we could hear the birds and see a beach bar-style spot in another part of the airport through the dividing glass. 

Hotel resort life 

The resort we stayed at was a huge castle-like structure. The architecture is a combination of Portuguese and styles from mainland Africa. It's all clean lines and symmetry. I'm a sucker for pretty architecture and cool buildings, so was snapping away all around the hotel. 

While there were a fair few people staying at the resort, the humongous pool was pretty empty - especially at the beginning of the week. This was the first holiday in my life where I could swim; learning to swim at age 30 is one of my proudest achievements thus far, battling a mental block I've had for 20+ years, and it is honestly a game changer. Every day in Boa Vista, I swam at least 30 laps; swimming has done wonders for my mental and physical health over the last 9 months, and here, my progress increased ten-fold too. Hey, at home, I only go swimming once a week, for 45 minutes, but I was in the water daily for hours on this trip. I finally faced my fear of swimming ‘in the deep end’, and swimming on my back. There is something about facing your fears, and doing something you've tried and failed at previously, this time succeeding, that gives you a real high, and almost makes you feel invincible. Oh, and it was great to really use the swim-up bar as was intended - hello, Bloody Marys and sangrias.

Speaking of the refreshments, I seriously enjoyed the food. Some resorts can have a pretty naff offering when producing en mass; here, the food was delicious, and well seasoned. At its core, it was rice, pulses, and seafood. I ate my favourite mussels nearly every night, and was in my element. 

My partner always tells me sport is a good way to alleviate stress. Alongside daily laps in the pool, there were plenty sports activities to get involved in at our hotel. My activity of choice was aqua gym - and despite its reputation for being for old biddies, some sections were decently challenging. My brothers opted for water polo and beach volleyball.

Speaking of sport, we were in Cape Verde for the quarter finals of AFCON. I’m not usually a football fan, but it was pretty exciting cheering along a team on a huge screen surrounded by everyone rooting for Cape Verde. Given it was a holiday crowd, it was less rowdy than the usual footie crowds, which give me the ick. Sadly, Cape Verde lost on penalties, but it was still a fun start to the evening. 

Local life 

So, before COVID, I’d never stayed at an all-inclusive resort. I felt you couldn't class it as properly visiting a country, and understanding its way of life, as you barely saw the ‘real’ thing. Well, since then, I have converted - a bit. While I now embrace the utter luxury of chilling at an all-inclusive resort every so often, I still think it's important to get out of the hotel and see at least some of the area you're visiting. We opted away from the standard TUI tour on this occasion, and instead booked a local vendor.

Feeling the wind whip my face as we sped along on the back of the 4x4, looking out over the vast landscapes, driving some road, some rocky dirt paths, and some dunes, felt so freeing. This kind of thing really puts life into perspective: there is so much more out there than work, washing up, and worrying. No looking forward or back, just simply being in the now. 

The tour took us through the island’s main town of Rabil which, with its colourful houses and music playing in the street, kind of gave me Cuba vibes. We stopped at the local pottery shop, the one from which all local pottery on the island comes from. 

Next, we visited the sand dunes, speeding over the ascents and descents - something I'd normally hate, but here, I embraced the speed and turbulent-like feeling. Again, I was pleased with myself for challenging fears; that invincible rush was back. The seemingly endless sand dunes in Boa Vista are like nothing I've ever seen. I literally felt like I was on another planet. Hello, lunar landscape! I visited sand dunes in Port Stephens, Australia, but the vastness and seemingly untouched nature of Boa Vista’s sand dunes felt different. It was mind-blowing.

We also spent time in a local fishing town on this tour, strolling through the market and chatting to locals who left us with a smile, even when we weren't buying anything. We visited churches (one built as recently as 2015) and a shipwreck from the 60s, which will soon be totally gone.

As I always joke, my English heritage comes out on holiday; my arms burn with too much sun, and as such, on the way back, I sat inside the 4x4 rather on the back in the open air. It afforded me some time to chat with our tour guide one on one, where we spoke what life is truly like as a local, good and bad. The main issue is lack of infrastructure - something that hopefully more money from the recent increase in tourism will bring - and as with UK, the cost of living increase. This made me think about all the things I take for granted at home when I'm worrying about X, Y, Z… again, another perspective builder; something in recent months I've lacked a little. 

Me time 

I am blessed with great family, partner, and friends; however, sometimes, me time is what's needed when life gets a little stressful. Funnily enough, as an overthinker and a realist, I can sometimes get in my head too much, but drop in a likkle sun, and a likkle sightseeing, and it's the perfect mix. I regularly solo travel for that very reason.

I travelled to Cape Verde with my brothers, and our trip consisted of doing our own thing for a good portion of the day, but sharing dinner, some activities, and an evening swim (I relished finally being able to join swimming races, even though I lost each time, haha). It was a great balance. 

While I wholly enjoyed my solo laps in the pool, and reading chick lits by the pool, my favourite bit of me time was strolling along the beach. Stepping on the wet, spongy, pristine sand when the waves have just gone over it is so centreing. I didn't care what I looked like as the waves splashed, the wind blew, and the oceanic desert was stretched in front of me, the stretch of my smile rivalling it. The twinge of the sun burn on my head was the only thing that sent me back to my sun lounger by the pool. 

Another thing I've taken up doing on holiday in the last few years is heading to the spa - boujie, I know. I opted for the rather reasonably priced ‘after sun’ treatment and back massage. I'll admit, the back massage was a little too ‘deep tissue’ for me, but the after sun treatment was blissful. Every time I go to a spa abroad, I resolve I will book myself in for monthly massages back home… I never do. Maybe that's why I get stressed in the UK, eh? 

To summise, a break in Boa Vista was just what the doctor ordered - and an impromptu gem; I would return in a heartbeat. I'm returning home feeling far less stressed, and with a game plan for any troubles - or simply letting it go. As Cape Verdians say “no stress, no stress.”

Discovering paradise... and other things to do in Montego Bay, Jamaica

Welcome to the first 'thirties in transit' post on Twenties In Transit! I’ll be honest: apart from a little logo change and an addition to the home page paragraph, everything else is staying the same.

To celebrate the start of a new decade, myself and my partner headed to Montego Bay, Jamaica. The plan was to balance relaxing at the resort with actually seeing the island too; I'm definitely of the mind that to really say you've been to a country, you have to actually see it, not just from the confines of a resort... which is why I don't talk too tough about Crete (but that total recoup in the sun was most definitely needed on that holiday!) Montego Bay is in the north of the island, and is rather touristy - perfect for what we were after. And it is straight-up actual paradise!

Rest and recuperation 

We had a day flight out to Jamaica, which was totally smooth (unlike the way back, which for someone who hates flying was defo the pit of my holiday), and thanks to the six-hour time difference, we clawed back a whole afternoon once we’d landed. After being welcomed with a refreshing fruit punch, we kicked off our shoes, donned our swimmers and headed straight for the beach (via the snack bar). After the long flight, it was a tonic to mind and body to not only bathe in the warm sea, but watch the sunset from the water itself. We then watched the gorgeous colours of the sky fade to black from the hotel's pool.  

So, we learnt pretty quickly that resort life starts early. Thanks to jetlag, we often awoke naturally between 6am and 8am, and we were most definitely not alone. Breakfast was teeming from 7am, and getting to the beach for 8.30am, you'll find it more difficult to get a sun lounger. Even our first morning, on the beach at 6.40am, we were not alone. I really enjoyed these early morning beach trips - at this time of day, the fish are out and about, so close to shore. There is something truly magical about popping on some goggles and seeing schools of fish in their natural habitat centimetres from you. During these early mornings, I saw an array of tropical fish - including a starfish one morning - in waist- or bust-height water. Often, you didn't even need the goggles as the water was so clear. On the other hand though, watch out at night. Against my better judgement (and my partner's protests), I ventured into the sea after dark. As I got to the water's edge, I thought "wow, the beach is suddenly dirty at night, look at all these plastic cups". It wasn't until I felt something "cut" me, but couldn't see any blood, I realised all the "cups" were tons of jellyfish and I had just got stung. Oops.

Most resort days were spent at the beach, followed by late afternoon trips to the pool. As we were staying at a twinned resort, we had access to both hotel's facilities, and over at the other hotel, they had a swim-up bar with banging tunes. One of the days, we competed in the music quiz at this pool bar, and won. On Saturdays, they also threw a pool party here, blasting Soca and reggaeton tunes, which was right up my street. 

During the trip, my partner was unwell for a day, so I had one of my infamous solo travel days, where I spent time relaxing at the beach, bathing in the water, and dining at odd times of the day. Once he was better, we resumed our routine of lazy beach days, even taking it up a gear on an exhilarating sailboating ride one afternoon, and going head to head on the huge chess board. 

Seeing the island 

Of course, I couldn't come to Jamaica without seeing some of the island. The first of our excursions was on my birthday itself, when we went river rafting. We booked it through Chukka, and depending on the time of your rafting, you can get access to their Ocean Club too. On the shuttle bus, there were four of us celebrating birthdays, and the whole group sang four rounds of "happy birthday", which was a great start to the day. The rafting itself was exceptional - you are seated on a bamboo throne-esque seat as you are taken down the river, champagne in hand. You also get a limestone leg massage, which was heavenly. We also passed by the riverside bar on our raft, where I got a big birthday shot of tequila, plus you get a coconut to share - that coconut water was much needed! 

We ventured inland a couple of times during our stay; one of our stops was Dunn's River Falls. Climbing the falls is an absolute must when visiting Jamaica. Wear your water shoes, wear your swimmers, hold the hand in front of you, and climb. It was so much fun traversing the waters, and also bathing in them. Arachnophobes, be warned, there are big spiders in webs in trees that surround the falls. I'm scared of them, so you can trust me when I say they don't ruin your fun - I’m not saying that flippantly at all. They are not along the route - or too close to the side of the route - you'll be walking or climbing, and they don't venture close to you. 

Another inland spot we ventured to was Nine Mile - Bob Marley's birth and final resting place. By pure coincidence, we actually visited on May 11 - the 42nd anniversary of his death. To get there from Montego Bay, you drive through stunning mountains, gorges, and fields, passing through a fair few of the island’s 12 parishes. Our guide was so knowledgeable, pointing out landmarks - one of which we saw was Usain Bolt's school running track where he first started out - and giving us a thorough history of the island and its culture. Oh and explaining all about the grazing goats we kept seeing walking in an orderly fashion on the side of the road, like little four-legged pedestrians. The Bob Marley walking tour was billed as "authentic" if you catch my drift, with a plethora of options if you're not a smoker. Alternatively - or as well as, if you so wish - there is a bar stop in the mountains on the walking tour, where we drank the flaming Bob Marley shot (through a straw, cos the thing is lit on fire). It's worth noting that this was the one place away from the resort where I didn't wear mosquito spray and should have. The mozzies clearly wanted to pay their respects to the legend too! As well as getting an intimate look at Marley's family life and childhood (Nine Mile was set up by his late mother), we were also able to walk into his actual mausoleum barefoot, and that of his brother and mum; it was quite a humbling experience, especially on the anniversary. 

Everyone we engaged with both inside and outside the resort, whether by the pool, on a tour, or just walking on the streets around the hotel, were all really friendly. While I can't speak on inland experiences, if you're staying in a touristy area like Montego Bay, don't let the fear-mongering of the Gov UK website keep you from going for a little walk if you fancy it - like when visiting any foreign country, just keep your wits about you is all. The main friends we made, as we saw them more regularly, were of course within the hotel. A couple of couples, and a couple of solo peeps, with whom we went to resort shows, and spent long afternoons in the pool or sea (and my partner took a trip to KFC drive-thru with, but more on that later). Making friends with people from around the world is one of my favourite things about travelling. 

Nightlife 

Speaking of the resort shows, on the nights we didn't fall asleep super early, we went to watch them after dinner. From magic to steelpan performers, and karaoke to actual singers, there was some good talent. My favourite was the performers on one of the Saturday nights: they were singers, and performed reggae, dancehall and soca hits, but all in a slightly reggae style. They were fab. 

One night, we shook a leg at local nightclub Lounge 2727, where Popcaan and Burna Boy themselves had previously visited when they came to Montego Bay. The tunes were good, and I loved the fact we were by the sea and it was open - properly felt like we were on holiday - but word of warning, it is paaaacked on a Saturday night. Good night out though!

Food 

My partner’s family are from Jamaica, so I already knew the food was gonna be good on this trip; however, I've gotta say, I was still surprised, because I did not expect the hotel buffet to be as good as it was!! Everything was so flavourful, and seasoned properly, be it Jamaican dishes or otherwise. Really, I should have known, hey. At the main buffet, they had live performers every evening, and you could also opt to book in at the specialist restaurant, which we did for one evening. Despite all the delicious food I had morning, noon and night (quite literally), my fave meal at the hotel was actually a snack: jerk chicken and festival served on the beach, post-pool party. Just what the doctor ordered! 

Away from the hotel, we had a few equally delicious dishes, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't dedicate a whole paragraph to KFC!! Now, my love of fried chicken is clearly where my Caribbean heritage comes to shine most, as I was told by many Caribbean family members and friends that KFC on the islands is on a different level from that in the UK. This must have been where my love affair with the stuff started, as I often laugh at a photo of me aged four, licking my fingers, eyes closed in utter bliss at a Trinidad KFC. ANYWAY, I digress. KFC here stands not only for Kentucky Fried Chicken, but also Keep From Cooking - and boy, it seems like everyday people are keeping from cooking as the queues were something else. Clear your diary and get there a good hour or two before you actually want to eat. The original chicken was, of course good, and we had a BBQ piece and a spicy piece (none of our little wing nonsense - proper size). Accompanied by chips, American biscuits, cola champagne, and grape soda, and devoured on the beach: I was in heaven. 

On that note, I'm gonna wrap up this article, before I now order Uber Eats KFC and get upset at the lack of good drinks and sides here at home. I always love my trips, but usually opt to venture to different cities/countries instead returning; however, Jamaica, I'll definitely be back.

Combining a city and beach break... and other things to do in Singapore

Charles Dickens may have spoken of a tale of two cities; however, Singapore is like a tale of three or four! From the laid-back vibes of the island of Sentosa to the metropolis of the city and its combination of traditional and futuristic, Singapore offers a bit of everything. 

Now, I can't speak about Singapore's politics or anything like that; I'm speaking purely as a tourist. I really loved my trip. I travelled with my friend and former flatmate, with whom I’ve visited Brussels, Budapest and Copenhagen, and we had a great time. Topline: the people are super friendly; the cost of food and drink is like London; transport is cheaper than London; and everything just seems to be super organised and run like clockwork.

Beach break

We opted to stay in Sentosa, a man-made island in the south of Singapore. In fact, the most southerly point of South East Asia was on our resort grounds. With the beach and pool mere moments away from our seaview room and the plethora of hotel restaurants, we were in paradise. After a very long flight and little sleep, we made our way for dinner and to enjoy an evening dip in the pool to start the holiday as we meant to go on.

We'd nabbed a deal at the Shangri-La - very fancy, I know - and the resort had everything we could need for a relaxing stay. We spent mornings, evenings and sometimes even full days lazing poolside reading, in the pool itself, or sitting in the jacuzzi section. While it was one big pool for both adults and children, an area was sealed off for adults only and it made a big difference. The cocktails served poolside were incredible, my favourite being a summer spize, which was watermelon, jalepeno and tequila. It wasn't overly sweet nor overly spicy. I didn't neglect the other watermelon cocktails on the menu though... but I did bypass any that didn't contain the pink fruit. What can I say? I love watermelon.

A short amble away was Siloso Beach, with a little private section for the hotel, plus the bit for the general public. I spent time on both, actually preferring the latter with its softer sands (originally shipped in from a couple of the neighbouring countries) and views behind the little islets of the many boats. From the hotel section, you had an enviable view of the cable cars, which my travel buddy went on, and was very complimentary of the island views from the high up spot.

I'm so glad we chose to stay on the island - we truly got the best of both worlds: city break and resort life. The weather was hot for the entire duration of our stay; however, we did have a few tropical showers. These were bursts of 10 minutes tops, then back to sun, and at one point I was able to swim in the rain, which was a rather cathartic experience. It was in this pool that I finally started making progress on another of my 30 before 30 items: I started swimming again, thanks to my friend.

My biggest indulgence on the trip has to be the two, back-to-back treatments I had in the spa. First, I had an aloe wrap to soothe my skin after all the sun; I've had one before, which was great, but this was even better. As well as being wrapped like a little cling film, aloe gel burrito, the therapist added a heated blanket on top of me while the aloe sunk in. It was so blissful that I drifted off to sleep. Then second, my God, I had the BEST massage I've ever had in my life. I've had many a massage in many a country and many a hotel, and none even came close to this experience. It was meant to be a neck and back massage, but the therapist massaged my whole body with techniques I'd never felt before. It felt like she had 10 hands, massaging and healing my sore back. It was heavenly. I'd not have batted an eyelid if she'd had quoted me £300 for it, but it didn't even cost a third of that.

Lush flora

Surrounding our hotel was an abundance of flora and fauna, and in the morning, we could hear beautiful bird song from our balcony. We spied the perpetrators of these different songs on our balcony and around the resort grounds, plus a plethora of other creatures like peacocks and large monitor lizards.

On one of our mornings, we joined a jungle walk. Well, we meant to join a group one, but in the end, it was just us two and the guide. I had hoped to see some monkeys, given the signs around the hotel and on balconies warning guests to mind their possessions in their presence, but we learnt that while they do frequent the area, they are coming out and about less and less.

Speaking of flora and fauna, many will be familiar with the joys of Changi Airport, and the plethora of things you can do there, such as seeing a waterfall, visiting a butterfly garden, watching new releases at the free cinema, and admiring a cactus garden... it's like a full day out! Word of warning though, apart from the waterfall and the shopping mall (the Jewel), everything else is only accessible after you check in. Many airlines do allow for early check-in, but BA is not one of them...

Sightseeing in the city

The most recognisable landmarks of Singapore are in the city centre; Gardens by the Bay, the Marina Bay Sands Hotel building, and the merlion statue to name a few. We visited all but the statue - though we did see it across the bay from a distance.

First up, Marina Bay Sands. As we walked around the bay and towards it, you could see it in all its majesty. A taxi driver expressed some discomfort that it was so synonymous with their country, which as a commercial entity - a hotel - I could see why, but it is an imposing structure that is impressive both inside and out. It smelt gorgeous upon entry on the ground level, and that precision of excellent ambience continued up to our drinking spot of the evening, located on the 57th floor. We had a few drinks at C'est La Vie as day turned to night, and the panoramic views over the city were very impressive. My friend made the booking a month in advance to secure our spot, and it was worth it. Like everywhere else on our visit, the staff were friendly, and the service quick. Note, because of the lofty heights and the fact it is outdoors, it was windy, but to be honest, in the 31-degree plus temperatures, the breeze was welcomed.

Gardens by the Bay is a must visit, not least for its twice-nightly light shows at the Super Trees. We first visited the Cloud Garden, which had a temporary Avatar installation. To be honest, it was pretty cool without the Avatar angle - think Barbican Observatory on a larger scale. Following this visit, we ambled though the outdoor area to bag a prime position for the ever popular light show. We got there a good 45 minutes prior and people were already claiming spaces. The iconic structures come to life with light and sound effects for around 15 minutes once it got dark, and it was absolutely epic!! It's super dramatic and captivating, as the movement of the light matches the sounds; we heard classical compositions as we watched the lights.

As I mentioned earlier, I really loved the juxtaposition between old and new in Singapore. As well as these futuristic landmarks, we also visited the Sri Mariamman temple, the oldest Hindu temple in Singapore, which is adorned in ornate statutes on the outside and beautiful, colourful murals on the inside. Guests and locals alike can visit, but you must remove your footwear outside and have your legs, chest and shoulders covered. Covering shawls and scarfs are available at the entrance. We also passed by the Buddha Tooth Relic temple, but didn't venture inside.

As for the rest of the sightseeing, we took a brief meander east of the centre to snap photos of the colourful houses of Koon Seng Road, then got the bus to Little India. If you're in the market for jewellery; my goodness, this is the place to go: gorgeous, gold jewellery twinkles out of most shops. I was like a magpie, but managed to resist... until I went on a full on shopping spree in Chinatown that is. Hey, I needed souvenirs!

A dedicated sightseeing bus aside (yes, of course I went on one here, y'all know I love them), when it comes to travelling around the city, the MRT (tube) is SUPER easy to use. You tap in and out using contactless - same goes for buses too, actually - and even though it goes against every fibre of a Londoner's being, you stand on the left when on the escalators. I've got to note, a little novelty for me was the ceiling handles on the tube being low enough for me to comfortably hold and balance myself with, unlike ours here!

A foodie destination

Singapore is 100% a foodie destination. The dedication to flavour is fantastic. I couldn't get enough. As is the running theme of juxtaposition, the food is influenced by multiple cuisines: Chinese, Indian and Malaysian fare, and it's all so damn good. Starting at my hotel, which usually wouldn't be a fair representation of a country's cuisine, there were four types of breakfast available each morning and I had more nasi gorengs than I care to admit. For a couple of my poolside lunches, I had this is open sandwich with sundried tomatoes and ham. Nothing to write home about, right? Wrong! Even with such a basic order, they added layers of flavour to the dish. Add the fact these and the cocktails were bought directly to our deckchairs with just the swish of a QR code... perfection.

As for the city, well, the Hawker Centres are renowned. Huge food markets that are a large part of Singaporeon culture, these centres host a variety of vendors serving a wide range of food for affordable prices. Some even have Michelin-starred vendors! We visited two Hawker centres during our stay, including the famous Lau Pa Sat. I ventured away from my nasi goreng here, and tried the signature chicken rice, which although looks plain, is packed full of flavour. Another spot we made sure to dine in was Chinatown. We made a beeline for the recommended dim sum restaurant Yum Cha. My fave dish there was the bbq pork bao - soft, sweet and savoury all at the same time.

I didn't go to Singapore with any expectations at all as I'd been so busy with work and various responsibilities. However, I'm glad, as I was very pleasantly surprised. If the country was closer to the UK, Singapore would be somewhere I returned to again and again fairly regularly.

Embracing the beauty of a party destination... and other things to do in Tenerife, Canary Islands

Tenerife has long had the reputation of being a party island; however it is so much more than that. A gorgeous volcanic island, the destination is rich in flora, sea views and craggy beaches. This year, we took a family trip to Tenerife at the same time as my parents, who were heading to Greece. Our family had a recent bereavement that we were all still feeling repercussions from, so it felt very fitting and comforting that is was a family trip, as opposed to the other usual styles of trips I take, like group or solo. We met my parents at the airport, and it was lovely chilling, chatting and being in a big(ger) group, before we separated for our respective gates.

Our final destination was Los Gigantes, a quiet town on the west coast of the island, which offered a plethora of activities aside from partying. So, non partiers, don’t disregard Tenerife; read on to embrace its beauty and other offerings.

Dining

We ate very well on this trip, and I’d never even considered Tenerife as a food destination. When it came to restaurants, we didn't really do much research; instead, we just went wherever our feet took us, then quickly looked at the Google or TripAdvisor rating once we found somewhere we liked.

On the first day, we landed late evening - around 7.30pm - on a Sunday night, so finding a spot to get dinner once we'd settled in our apart-hotel initially proved difficult. However, we stumbled across Rasie Steakhouse BBQ Place not too far from our hotel, ordering moments before their kitchen closed. For this last minute choice, we were surprised by the quality of the burgers, steak and mussels.

On our second night, we headed into Los Gigantes town and ate at Ohana, a welcoming spot with panoramic sea views. The sangria, paella and sea bass were particularly standout, and their levels of seasoning on all dishes was sooo good. We watched the sky change colour as we progressed through our meal, with an uninterrupted view as the sun finally set. We were lucky enough to have a south facing balcony back at our apartment, so enjoyed pink skies from there too on some evenings.

We had other meals on the trip too, of course, but the crème de la crème was the impromptu six-course meal we ate at Imperial Tai Pan, located in a shopping centre near Playa de las Vistas in the Playa de las Americas area. We managed to snap up a table before the slew of bookings, and despite their casual dress code, the design of the restaurant, level of service and food was more akin to a fancier dining experience. We chose a set menu for four or more people at a rather modest price, but boy, were we surprised. We had chicken, duck, ribs, beef... the sauces were glorious too. We were impressed, so took the servers advice and spent some of our evening afterwards at sister venue, Magic.

Shopping

Now, I'm not a fan of shopping; however, two of our group were, so we ventured to a few malls. The quality and pricing of clothes in Tenerife , even at the Spanish counterparts of the high street stores we have in England too, was brilliant. One of the places we ventured to, Siam Mall, was not only good for shopping, but it was absolutely beautiful, with Thai-inspired architecture, and so many palms peppering the sparkling area. The area would not have been out of place in LA... or Thailand, of course.

Waterpark

Tenerife is home to the largest waterpark in Europe: Siam Park - close to the aforementioned Siam Mall. My goodness, it is like another world! Genuinely, I felt like we stepped into Thailand! Stretching 185 square kilometres, the water rides are just half the attraction; the décor is so intricate, the walkways resemble tropical jungles, and everything is just beautiful. I'm not a rides kinda gal, but I absolutely loved the beach area - a MASSIVE fake beach with swaying palms, sparkling water and even sand - and enjoyed the crazy wave machine, which was turned on every so often. I also enjoyed the lazy river, where you float in a single, double or triple floaty down the waterway, which goes around a large portion of the waterpark. The others ventured on actual thrilling rides, speaking highly of every single one - especially the 26-metre vertical drop one, with views of the whole side of the island, and a crazy G-force.

Swimming

Keeping on the water theme, beach and pool days are obviously a must on holiday, and there was many an occasion, and setting, for swimming in Tenerife. Of course, the first full day of the trip was full holiday mode: hotel pool, reading and sunbathing. In Greece, I spotted people with a watermelon floaty, so on my return home, I went straight to Amazon and purchased one myself - floating in the pool in Tenerife in a watermelon was so serene.

The following day, we headed to Playa de las Vistas for a sandy beach day, as the ones near our hotel in Los Gigantes were largely rocky. The beach stretched for miles, and was a sunny spot, with beautiful blue sea. The waves were absolutely crazy (and claimed a pair of sunglasses and a swimming nose clip from our group), so we mostly waded instead of all-out swimming in the sea. Letting the waves crash into us was a simple pleasure, and the day was incredibly restorative. Some of the group even tried the local Maccers, and I've gotta say, they've got some nicer stuff than our English counterparts. They even serve
cervezas for those beer lovers amongst you...

Back in Los Gigantes on our final day, we started to embark on a coastal walk to further admire the area, with views of the sea stretching as far as the eye can see. The lofty mountains dwarfed the buildings in the area; to see the mountains on a clear day was astounding. Anyway, as we began this walk, we spotted Piscina Natural de Los Gigantes down towards the sea from our lofty position in the coastal walk. We hot footed it (literally... we were sweating haha) back to the hotel luggage storage room, and chucked on our swimmers. Swimming in the natural sea pool was one of my favourite parts of the holiday. My younger cousin guided me through the incredibly slippy moss covered rocks in her Crocs, and we swam/floated as we admired the craggy rocks around us, and the sea that stretched far out right in front of us. It was the perfect end to an incredible holiday, and the fact it was impromptu made it all the more sweeter.

The art of doing nothing... and other things to do in Crete, Greece*

On each of my trips abroad in the last seven years or so, I usually write a "... and other things to do in..." blog post that is both informative for readers who wish to visit that city or town, and a diary of sorts for me, so that I can look back and recall my trip in great detail. Usually, these blog posts have a good mix of top tips, sightseeing suggestions and other elements that readers can apply to their own trips... but, reader, not this time. That little asterisks at the end of the title is not there by accident. It is not the fault of my utterly relaxed thumbs accidentally hitting a key. For once, I took a proper, disconnect-from-reality holiday; I didn't punctuate my schedule with tourist attractions and restaurants, I had no set plans, just seven days ahead of me, armed with sun cream and some swimmers. And, boy, did I need it. So while this piece is littered with a few tips for Crete and Greece as a whole, it is more on the diary side on this occasion. Read on if you're nosy, or browse more informative posts here.

While I love the life I have built so far, the work I do to maintain and progress it has started to have an effect on both my mind and body. Day to day, I hold down a full-time job, two regular freelance roles and running my own business, not to mention keeping on top of my relationships and home, as well as my crusade against the garden slugs (it's currently 2-0 to them, urgh). For the longest while, most of my days are completely planned down to the hour from the moment my eyes open at 7, until 11/11.30 at night. Yes, I get a lot done, and I'm definitely receiving the rewards, but it has started to take a toll; it is not sustainable long term. Anyone watched the 2007 remake of Freaky Friday? I'm literally like the mum with all the phones and reminders. It's time to stop, smell the roses, and enjoy where I am now. If you are in a similar position, here's how I really and truly switched off on this trip to Crete - which can be applied to wherever you head off to.

Combat any issues before they arrive

Where possible, of course. I implored that this break to Greece would not be hectic or problematic in any way. I prepared all my freelance work for the rest of the month in advance, got everything to a place with Cards Inclusive, so that it could tick over for a week, and probably the easiest of the lot, made a comprehensive handover for my day job. This was not a holiday where I'd be responding to any WhatsApp messages that were seeking if "I could do something really quickly", and my various teams respected that.

While this holiday came around quickly, I did a few little Googles about Crete beforehand, so I could pack anything I may need for comfort. I learned that you can't flush any loo roll in Greece, so travelled with tiny bin bags, like nappy sacks, so I felt everything was a little more sanitary. Also, I packed bug spray, but thankfully only needed it once.

Choose your type of trip

I joined my friend, who we'll call the "boujie traveller" (and great holiday photographer I must add), and she pretty much arranged everything; all I had to was check us in and get us to the airport. We had previously travelled a few times in Australia, and it's just drama free - we do our own separate things, but also enjoy indulging in good food, drinks and times together.

Image taken by Tegan Reihana

We went all-inclusive - my first time ever. I couldn't get over how you can just get up and get a drink whenever you want, a snack whenever you want, and enjoy an unlimited buffet at meal times. Yes, I know. Where have I been? The food was nice - while it was nothing to write home about, it wasn't bad, and there was a nice selection of local dishes - and the alcoholic drinks were free poured. Result! I often had various types of cakes for dessert, sometimes treating them as a sample platter.

I must say, TUI really embodied the term 'service with a smile', and was very visible at check-in, on the flight, leading to the transfer, and even at the hotel. The hotel staff themselves were also incredibly friendly and helpful. It really added to the overall good and relaxed vibe of the trip.

Listen to your body

Image taken by Tegan Reihana

For the first time in ages, I could just listen to my body's every whim, not constrained by time, a to-do list I needed to tick off, or any responsibilities I had to fulfil by the end of the day. Hungry? Eat. Thirsty? Get a drink. Hot? Move in the shade or take a dip in the pool. My time was truly my own, and I haven't felt like that in a while. I read a book - a proper paperback by the pool - for the first time in years! I napped in the sun to lively tunes on the tannoy and the sounds of the sea. I danced in the pool at Aqua Zumba and to the resort's club dance, which was played three times a day, every day (the dance sequence is forever engrained in my head now). It was the right kind of 9 to 5: my office was my sunlounger, my job was working on me. One session of Aqua Aerobics and an early morning run were my only workouts, and they were because I wanted to, not because I felt I had to. I truly listened to my body, and I had some of the best sleep I've had in months!

Entertainment and excursions

Usually, I'm someone who feels I have to see all the main sights, I should stay out late to make the most of it. But who is this holiday for? Me! Most of the time I do want to do those things anyway, but I made sure I wasn't doing it on this trip purely out of some warped obligation.

For the most part, my main excursions were to the pool, to the sea, and to the pool bar, which sat kind of in between. However, on the sixth day, I ventured further than 500 metres from the pool (we'd previously done a little 10-minute walk in the evening, just down the streets of Maleme) and I hopped on "The Little Fun Train", which was a sightseeing road train I'd seen advertised multiple times throughout the complex and on our drive to the hotel. I embarked on a tour called "The Pleasures of Crete"; it was just €20 and far exceeded what I'd expected. The tour took us through villages almost untouched by mass tourism, such as Kolimbari, Afrata and Astratigos; stopped at the gorgeous 17th-century Monastery of Gonia which, while small, was serene and offered a magnificent view of the coast below; and to the Terra Creta Estate where we learned how olive oil is made. We took a tour of the factory, plus had a delicious tasting of different oils on bread and actual olives. We even briefly learned how other by-products, like olive soaps, are made. These olives are usually harvested in January and February and ship worldwide. There were a whole host of special ones available.

The hotel was family friendly, so the majority of the entertainment each night catered to that audience, and often the children in holiday mode were running about the club. We did however watch a fire show on our first night, and went for a drink at Greek Night, which boasted music and dancing... and the distinct smell of Ouzo.

Our third and final venture out of the hotel was for dinner at a seaside restaurant where we enjoyed pork gyros and were witnesses to a beautiful proposal on the beach.

One thing I didn't do, but my travel partner did, was watch the sunrise. She naturally woke up quite early on our second day and went out to watch it. I awoke hours later to find that she'd accidentally locked herself out the room, and was patiently awaiting me to wake her up to let her back in. Her pics looked glorious though; and when else are you going to be less than a minute away from the sea so you can watch it in your PJs?

Reconnect with nature

The sunrise leads on quite nicely to my next point. Nature can be so soothing; one of my favourite things to do is to listen to the birds or walk through the grass barefoot. Natural elements are another thing that was super restorative on this trip to Crete. Paddling in the sea, looking through the clear water at the schools of little fish. I could spend hours watching them swim and hearing the sounds of the sea. On a few evenings, we did the latter, listening from the strip of sand while the sunset.

Image taken by Tegan Reihana

Now, for someone with some Caribbean heritage, certain parts of my skin really can't take the sun. Namely, my arms and face. From stinging burn to itchy prickly heat, I have to be super careful in the sun - I tan a beautiful colour though, if I do say so myself. To soothe my skin, on my last full day, I had an aloe vera wrap at the hotel's spa. It came with a massage as the therapist applied the aloe vera all over my body, plus a scalp massage too. I was then wrapped like a little burrito to let the natural elements of the aloe do its thing. It most definitely helped!

All in all, while I holidayed in a way I haven't for over 10 years - with no plans and just lazing - it was much needed. I feel completely rejuvenated and healthy (in mind, at least... all-inclusive food and rum ain't necessarily healthy for body eh haha). Ready to go for the next one, and ready to take this zen attitude into my day-to-day life.

Getting out of my comfort zone... and other things to do in Colmar, France

At least once a year, I like to go on a solo adventure. This style of travel enables me to travel at my own pace, see places on my list that my loved ones may not wish to visit, and it is pretty empowering. However, prior to this getaway, my previous solo trips have usually been to English-speaking countries (like Australia and Scotland), or to join an organised tour (as I did for Morocco and Cuba) - or just for the day via the Eurostar. However, this time, I decided to up the ante a little. Armed with my Duolingo app and over a decade-old GCSE French skills, I embarked on a three-day trip to Colmar in France. By train. With a small backpack. A mini interrailing adventure, some might say!

Colmar is a town in the Alsace region that I’ve longed to visit for a while. So much so, in fact, that it even earned its own spot on my #30before30 list. Situated close to the French-German and French-Swiss borders, the medieval architecture and quaint town centre look like something out of a fairytale, and I had to see it first hand. This holiday definitely put me out of my comfort zone in a variety of ways, but all with positive outcomes.

The trains

The moment Eurostar announced their ‘£35 one way’ sale in February, I knew what I had to do. After an hour of logistics and planning between the Eurostar and TGV websites, I booked my tickets to Paris and Colmar. Just three-to-four train rides from my Sussex home and I could be in Colmar! Hey, that's fewer changes than I make to get to some places in London! The journey would include a four-hour stopover in Paris each way - a city I've visited on various occasions in the last 11 years - so initially, I wasn’t out of my comfort zone at all. I knew I needed to get about with ease, so avoided large luggage; I decided to pack super lightly (the lightest I've ever packed for an overnight(s) stay, actually), fitting everything in my little backpack and handbag.

Where being out of my comfort zone came into play was when it came to understanding the train route. For the fourth train, my ticket said I needed to change at Strasbourg, but my third train was headed to Colmar as its final destination anyway. Initially, I was very confused, intently listening to announcements, but understanding very few sentences. Once I checked the SNCF website, it showed there was a 15-minute stop in Strasbourg - no changes needed on my way to Colmar. However, on my return journey, I did have to change. I used the same website’s arrivals and departures board to coordinate my platform change. The travel Gods were smiling down on me: although there are around 30 platforms at Strasbourg, my platforms were less than two minutes apart, and my onward train was delayed by 10 minutes anyway, so I had ample time to get to the right place. On the Eurostar back, it was like the Eurostar company had been confused, and/or had a glitch, as my seat was double booked! I was already seated when the other traveller and her husband arrived, and we both showed each other our tickets, and they were the same. We had a laugh about it, and as I was settled, they sought to rectify it with the conductor.

France is still pretty strict on the Covid regulations when it comes to public transport: before you even enter King’s Cross’ Eurostar area on your way to France, a guard instructs all masks are on properly, then before passport control, another guard scans your vaccine QR code. If your vaccine is over 9 months old, it must include the QR code for your booster too. This was the first time since I’ve been vaccinated that my QR code has actually been scanned, not just looked at, and I’ve been to three countries in that time…

Language

A big element of being out of my comfort zone was the language barrier. Unlike many tourist towns and cities I've visited, almost no one back home had heard of Colmar, and upon arrival, I realised there were very few British tourists here. Not just that, but where I was staying, about 15 minutes out of the centre, there weren't many tourists full stop. In the town centre, there were more English speakers working in the shops and at attractions, but even the other tourists were mostly from their neighbouring countries like Germany and Switzerland. While at first, this made me a little uncomfortable, soon after, I very much embraced it. For years, I've been learning French on and off, and being in Colmar on my own fully immersed me in the language and helped to expand my vocabulary. I even had to learn how to say "there's a cockroach in my bathroom, help!" in French - that insect definitely put me out of my comfort zone!

Sightseeing

Usually, my go-to routine when travelling solo is to board a city sightseeing bus, get a little history and overview of the city, then stick my headphones in, listen to my music, and explore the attractions more closely on foot. I did a version of that in Colmar, but this time, the other way around. Even something as simple as this was new for me - not completely out of my comfort zone per say, but a little different. Without context or my bearings from that preliminary tour, I just walked and got lost in the weaving streets of the Old Town, snapping pics of the beautiful bold buildings and their intricate roofs, sometimes accidentally circling back to the same spot or retracing my steps.

After getting my bearings on foot, I bought a ticket for a 30-minute boat tour along Petite Venise. I boarded the small wooden boat with a German family; the host asked what languages we'd like and thankfully did all three (French, German and English). It was beautiful to see the town from the water, and also venture into an area with more wildlife and bountiful bird calls.

After disembarking, I walked back into the main area to admire the architecture of Maison Pfister and neighbouring Saint Martin Collegial, and then intended to make my way to the Unterlinden Museum, but instead decided on a whim to board the tourist train - a train version of my fave bus tours, woohoo! I got to learn the history of some of the impactful buildings, as well as other fun facts I otherwise would not have known. I mean, who else is counting the heads on the facade of Maison des Tetes? It's worth carrying a bit of cash as you venture around Colmar's town centre; I had to run to an ATM to pay for the tourist train, and also had to find a different shop for bottled water at one point earlier in the trip, due to a minimum card spend.

Unfortunately, one thing I missed out on was the Alsace wine route. I'd really hoped it for my itinerary, but only the full-day tours were available during my stay (half-day tours were available at other times of the week) and I didn't want to lose out on eight hours in Colmar itself. Without a car, pre-organised tours are the best way to do the wine tours and the castle.

Dining alone

For some reason, I have absolutely no qualms over eating breakfast or lunch alone in a restaurant, but I have a sticking point when it comes to dinner. Of course, I've dined on my evening meal on other travels, but I'd always eat as quickly as possible. However, here, I had no choice but to enjoy a long, indulgent meal, solo. On my first night, I chose to dine close to my hotel. As noted above, this meant absolutely no English-speaking staff. However, I apologised for my poor French (en francais, of course) and the waiters were very patient and gentil to me... but all the while speaking French, so I really had to practise. I realise the locals here love veal, so I made sure to have at least one veal-based meal during my stay. On the first night, this was washed down with a few Saint Germain spritzes because it was the restaurant’s speciality.

Overall, I am very proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone, and it’s given me the confidence to consider a long train-based trip. A luxury interrailing trip perhaps… hey, Orient Express, do you have any deals going?!

Bonus paragraph: A brief interlude in Paris

It wouldn't be a truly accurate article on my trip if I didn't detail my time in Paris, which bookended my time in Colmar. I spent around four hours in Paris each way. One of my favourite places in Paris is the fountains outside the Louvre, so I made a beeline for this from Gare du Nord upon arrival in France. I then decided to take a Batobus river cruise down the Seine; it is a cheap and yet lovely alternative to just strolling along the banks myself. Unfortunately, I missed the first boat of the day by mere minutes, which meant by the time I boarded, I couldn't do the whole loop otherwise would have missed my train to Colmar. However, I made up for it on my trip home by visiting my favourite sites again, like Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower (sorry, I'm a basic tourist!), making friends with a Californian tourist, and visiting Laduree for macarons. They were so polite and lovely, and I chose some unique flavours like black sesame and the Marie Antoinette, the latter of which was quite zesty. A great few hours spent in the French capital on both travel days.