Walk the picturesque South West Coast Path

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Seeking a break from the hustle and bustle of London life? Want to swap the blue light of your always-on smartphone or laptop for the gorgeous, soft blues of the sea and sky, and the greens of nature? The Bank Holiday presents the perfect opportunity to escape.

We took advantage of the first Bank Holiday in May to make our getaway to East Devon. The Dorset and East Devon coast (aka the Jurassic Coast) is an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and is listed as a Unesco World Heritage Site, so what better way to see it than by foot? We’d packed our hiking boots and decided we would cover a section of the South West Coast Path (an easy, gentle, well sign-posted and popular route, we soon found out).

The South West Coast Path is the longest National Trail in the UK – it follows 630 miles of  coastline from Somerset all the way to Poole Harbour – so it makes sense to split it into small chunks and complete it between several holidays!

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Our base for this trip was Budleigh Salterton – a small, sleepy village with a tiny high street lined by charity shops – conveniently located by the beach and the South West Coast Path.

We stayed in the most beautiful annex located only a few minutes’ walk from the beach. The annex came complete with floor-to-ceiling windows, living room, full kitchen, and a big bath tub that was handy a good soak after the big walk – and we were delighted by the cake that the owner had left for us upon arrival!

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The route

Our plan was to follow the South West Coast Path up to Exmouth, stop for lunch there, then return back (approx 5.7 miles each way). It was easy to locate the starting point of the South West Coast Path – it was up a few steps from the beach (which had gorgeous pastel-coloured beach huts and the smoothest, prettiest pebbles) and easy to find.

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From there onwards it was almost impossible to get lost. We encountered an incredible variety of landscapes on our way; endless sunshine-yellow fields of rapeseed flowers; crumbling red sandstone rocks; ancient cliffs (some more than 100 million years old); cows grazing in green hills; blue sea for miles ahead of us – a delight for the eyes and soul!

We were lucky that the coast was bathed in warm sunshine the weekend of our visit – it was actually much hotter than London, where it was pouring with rain! We came across many people on the route: dog walkers, families, walking groups and runners.

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What I loved most about this walking weekend were the opportunities it presented for long, deep chats – uninhibited by smartphones – and the ability to slow down and really take in the colours and beauty of our surroundings. My mind was able to relax and I felt a sense of inner peace.

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The trail doesn’t necessarily require walking boots, but they were still good to have. It took us about 2.5 hours gently ambling along the coast to get to our lunch spot: seafood restaurant Rockfish (reserve a table in advance if you can; we had to wait 30 minutes for ours). The waitress here explained every kind of fish available, what had been caught fresh that day, and even explained the taste and mouthfeel of the lesser-known ones – very helpful. Plus, unlimited portions of chips were available, if you could stomach them… this was wasted on us as we were full after our first helping!

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Next we walked up the seafront to the Exmouth Ice Creamery, its exterior lined by gigantic blackboards listing all the different flavours, for dessert. I’m sure there were more than 40 flavours available! The ice cream only cost £2.50 and went down a treat in the sunshine.

On our return journey, we didn’t follow the South West Coast Path back to Budleigh Salterton but we took a few inroads that led us to another non-coastal path (again, signposted) which was slightly quicker. It’s possible to take a bus back also. Having completed more than 29,000 steps that day in total, it’s safe to say we were knackered come nightfall and I fell into bed quickly after a long hot bath.

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The following day we spent a few hours at the long, pebbled Budleigh beach. There were fishermen selling their catch of the day along the shore. We explored the seafront and walked right the way to the end of the beach and back before slipping into one of the beachside cafés for a hot drink and slice of cake before heading to our car for the return journey home. If we had the time and energy, we could have followed the South West Coast Path in the other direction towards Sidmouth.

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On our drive home, we happened to pass the Otter Valley Ice Cream & Field Kitchen (EX14 9QN), and boy were we glad we stopped there. This is a family-run restaurant and farm, and their homemade, creamy and indulgent ice cream is definitely worth queueing for. If you’d like more of a sit down meal before the long drive home, the sourdough pizza is a good shout, and don’t leave without having some of that irresistible ice cream!

Have you walked a section of the South West Coast Path? What did you think? I’d love to cover the other sections of the path on future weekend trips!

11 ways to win at speed dating

Your fingers might be tired from all that Tinder typing and swiping, or you might just want to mix things up and do a bit of IRL dating. Either way, there’s no quicker way to get yourself in front of potential matches than speed dating. While it can be daunting to get your head around, seeing and meeting others in the flesh definitely helps to cut out a lot of the initial back-and-forth that takes place with online dating, and you get the chance to make your mind up about someone much quicker.

Robert Ryall, who founded speed dating company Date in a Dash eight years ago, knows his stuff when it comes to speed dating, and he shares his top tips for getting it right.

Look sharp

The first tip to success at any speed dating event is to look sharp. For men in particular, it’s important to make an effort (girls generally do!) and look the part. Don’t come along wearing an old pair of trainers and a creased or baggy shirt – first impressions count. Go for a smart/casual look. Not only should you look good but you should also smell good, so spritz some aftershave and chew some gum. “It still amazes me when people turn up and they say to me: ‘I’m just popping out for a smoke’ or to grab some food before an event starts. Don’t do it,” says Rob. Also, avoid bringing any unnecessary items with you like bags or shopping: it’s just not cool to be moving from table to table carrying your work rucksack or lunch box!

Have no expectations

Speed dating is quite random and some events are much better than others. If you have high expectations that you’re going to meet ‘the one’ at your first speed dating event then you might be disappointed. “I would say treat it as a bit of fun, as a night out with friends with no expectations, and you might be pleasantly surprised” says Rob.

Arrive early

There is nothing worse than rushing from work, not knowing where you’re going and bursting into the room late. Plan your trip, and get there early to familiarise yourself with the venue. Have a drink at the bar to calm any nerves; go to the toilet if you need to; meet the host and get on friendly terms.

Chat before the event

“One of the biggest tips I can give is to try and talk to other guests before the event starts. Generally what happens is that men tend to gather on one side of the room and the women on the other. This can get awkward, especially if you’re the first guy in the room and there are already two or three girls sitting down. If you then proceed to pull your phone out and busy yourself on it, it makes you look shy and lacking confidence.

“The beauty about our events is that everyone has paid to be there and are looking to meet people so you have no reason to fear any sort of rejection by saying hello before the event starts. Not everyone will have the balls to do this but the ones that do get a big advantage as they get extra time talking to their dates and it gets them in a talkative state before the event,” adds Rob.

Work out dynamics

Quite a lot of the time, girls will come in small groups. Men tend to fly solo although they sometimes come with a friend. It’s important that you work out who is friends with who before you complete your scorecard. If you get to the event late then you might not be aware of the dynamics and could end up matching with two best friends who will ultimately discuss their matches and both decide not to respond. You could also land yourself in hot water if you start discussing potential dates with one of the girls’ male friends.

Equally, sometimes it’s actually better to attend these events on your own and not in large groups. It can be quite intimidating and actually difficult to speak to a girl who is part of a larger group, particularly if the other girls are not interested in staying after the event.

Don’t ask boring questions

Let’s be serious: people are looking to meet someone interesting. Avoid questions like: ‘what do you for work?’ like the plague. “Never ask if they’ve been speed dating before. If they ask you and you have, just say no! You don’t want them thinking you’re a serial speed dater right?” says Rob.

Be funny, topical, ask a few questions about your date and listen to their answers. Try and link responses into new questions to build rapport.. e.g. ‘Where are you from?’ If she says ‘France’ you could say…’Oh really, my favourite food is French cuisine. In fact, I am learning to cook…’ Try and stand out as much as you can from the crowd. Most people will ask the basic questions and it can turn into a bit of a job interview after a while.

Flirt

“This is something that I really don’t see enough. Although three to four minutes is pretty quick it’s still enough time to use your flirting techniques” says Rob. If you like someone then give a compliment.

Don’t get blind drunk

It sounds obvious but there is nothing worse than someone knocking a drink over, being too loud, asking inappropriate questions or making a tit of themselves!

Complete the scorecard

“We use scorecards to match dates up, so make sure you follow the rules and complete it otherwise you won’t get any matches” explains Rob.

Stay on after the event

The real fun happens after the event ends; the ice is broken and everyone is relaxed. By this point you’ll know who you want to speak to more. Rob says: “I often find that the ones who stay afterwards generally have more success. The people that leave straight away and rely solely on the matching system can be forgotten.”

Follow up

The following day when you receive your matches, follow up with anyone you are interested in and try and exchange numbers as quickly as possible. “Move from text to phone conversation within a day or two if you can, and arrange your first date within the first week,” Rob concludes.

Date in a Dash events take place in London every week. See the line up.

How to spend a long weekend in Jersey in summer

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The full moon walk off shore to Corbiere Lighthouse

Jersey is a bit of a random place to go, but it’s attractive because it’s got beaches as good as those you’d find in Europe; flights to the island are dirt cheap (our return flights cost £30); everyone speaks English so there are no language barriers; the currency is pounds; and it’s cycle friendly. Plus, while we were there, it never felt busy.

After snagging budget airline return flights from Luton for a long weekend in July, we scoured Airbnb and settled on an apartment located a short walk from the waterfront in St Helier, the capital of the tiny Channel Island.

When we landed at 10.30pm on the Friday, we hopped on the bus to town (approx £1.50pp) as there weren’t many taxis about – nothing listed on Uber either – which gave it a very ‘small’ feel. Boarding the bus, we discovered that when you pay in cash you’re likely to be given back ‘Jersey pounds’, which can’t be used in England, so get them changed back before you leave, or avoid using cash where possible. The journey to town was interesting: we got the impression that Jersey was a quiet, sleepy place as there were few people about despite it being a Friday evening.

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Cycling along the coastline

DAY ONE

The next morning we hired bikes from the waterfront – there were lots of places to pick some up. It cost about £20pp for two days of hire. We took full advantage of the marked bike trails, cycling along the coast up to St Aubin. The roads were full with cars but we were surprised to find most of the beaches empty – despite it being a hot day. Still, it was great to have all that space to ourselves. Eager to try fresh Jersey ice cream, we stopped off and had a taste of the exceptionally creamy stuff – delicious!

We cycled to the Jersey War Tunnels, a museum in the now unused war tunnels that gives an insight into life during the Second World War, when Jersey was occupied by the Germans. It’s packed with lots of stories and interesting insights. Towards the end of the museum, as you get deeper underground, it gets really cold so pack an extra layer for comfort.

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The start of the guided moon walk – before it turned to complete darkness

That evening, after dropping our bikes back, we undertook my favourite activity of the weekend: a three-hour guided full moon walk with Jersey Kayak Adventures (£21pp). After catching sight of the beautiful sunset (they’re particularly great in Jersey) together we hiked three miles all the way out to Corbiere Lighthouse under the rays of the moon (“We hope you’ve packed your mooncream”, our guide joked).

I don’t want to give too much away but some of the highlights were: seeing glow worms, seeing Venus in the sky, venturing 1 mile off shore in the deep darkness of the night with just the stars for company and wet sand and puddles beneath us. Our expert guides pointed out various marine life and explained the history of Corbiere, which served as a post for the army during the war. Wellies and walking poles were provided (and necessary) as we were walking on soft sand and calf-deep water at some points. It was an alternative, informative way to spend our night and get to know Jersey a bit better, and I’d definitely recommend it for those who are moderately fit.

Getting back to our Airbnb that evening proved to be a bit touch-and-go: we finished the tour at about 12.45pm and the last bus was at 1ish. We’d called around various taxi companies but there were no cabs on the road, so had we missed that bus, our only route home would have been a 1.5 hour walk back to our accommodation in complete darkness! You can imagine our elation when we saw the headlights of the bus in the distance at about 1.10pm. So while much of the coastline is ideal for cycling in the daytime, and there is a bus network, to get around the rest of the island (and at night) it’s probably wise to hire a car.

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La Mare Wine Estate in St Mary

DAY TWO

We were off to La Mare Wine Estate so we gave the pedals a rest and hopped on the bus. It was nice to learn that Jersey’s the sort of place where you can greet the bus driver – and get a response!

When we arrived at the small vineyard the setting was peaceful. There were some ponies and a few small farm animals to look at in the grounds. We signed up for the vineyard tour and wine tasting (approx £7pp), although the wines were mediocre, in my opinion. The cream tea in the cafe was tasty though.

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Views from the National Trust site known as Devil’s Hole

A short(ish) 20 minute walk from La Mare, we stumbled upon Devil’s Hole – one of my other highlights of the weekend. It’s a National Trust site that guards a blowhole that was eroded into Jersey’s coastline a number of years ago. There’s a track to go and see it by foot, and you can walk further around it along the coast. On our walk down we spotted wild goats in the steep coastline walls and some birds. If we’d have known, we would have packed a picnic and eaten it there, where all you could hear were the waves crashing on the shore below and the gentle wind. There are some benches and grass to have a sit down; it’s a truly peaceful, hidden-away place that’s worth seeking out.

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Quiet sandy beaches

On the journey back, we took the bus out to St Brelade’s Bay. The sun was shining and the beach was full up with families; kids playing in the sand, mums sunbathing. We ate ice cream (yes, more) and stuck our toes in the sand. If we’d have been better prepared we could have made it a beach day. This was the busiest place we’d found on the island.

We stopped off for a late alfresco lunch at The Boathouse in St Aubin, a lovely restaurant overlooking the harbour. The grub was good and the sun was shining – what more could we want? Note that while the flights out to Jersey were super cheap, the food and accommodation weren’t – they were similar to London prices, perhaps a bit more pricey. Understandable, considering Jersey is an island so what it doesn’t grow it must get shipped in.

DAY THREE

On our final day, we took a leisurely stroll out to Elizabeth Castle – when there’s a low tide you can walk there along the Railway trail, but mind the few pools of water along the way. To enter the castle itself, you have to pay, but the walk up to it is a joy in itself.

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The leisurely walk up to Elizabeth Castle

We then walked into the town centre, had a mooch around in the shops and grabbed some lunch before getting the bus to the airport.

We had a great time in Jersey – it’s got a peaceful, quiet vibe with lots of natural beauty and spots for reflection, so it makes for a relaxing, outdoorsy break. If I was to go back, I’d probably hire a car to see more of the island, and I’d like to go dolphin/seal spotting next time.

What’s it like to volunteer with Crisis at Christmas?

Volunteering – spending our time helping those less fortunate – is probably something we’d all love to do more regularly, however, it’s often difficult to commit to it.

Volunteering with Crisis, the charity that helps homeless people in the UK, had been sitting on my bucket list for a while and what pulled me to its Crisis at Christmas appeal was that it only required me to commit to a minimum of two days of volunteering within the Christmas period – that’s it. Many people tend to book off the entire Christmas period from work anyway, so to spend a couple of days doing charitable deeds is a no-brainer.

The Crisis at Christmas appeal takes place every year for the two weeks of Christmas, where it feeds and in many cases, houses, homeless people as winter shelters are closed. It’s a gigantic operation split across various centres in London and the UK that relies on volunteers – doctors, opticians, seamstresses (to fix broken clothes) and more – to lend their time to give homeless people support. Just before the operation each year, the charity gets donations from supermarkets, butchers, bakeries and more – and then cooks up meals on the basis of what’s been offered.

How to sign up for Crisis at Christmas

It is quick and simple to sign up to volunteer – in late October last year, I registered my details on the Crisis at Christmas website (it’s different to the generic Crisis charity website, so do a quick Google search to find it) and chose which role I wanted to do – there was everything from being a kitchen assistant, a media assistant to a general volunteer. Each shift was approximately 8 hours long and you could choose between morning, evening or overnight shifts. Crisis has homeless shelters set up all over London (and a few outside it) so I found the one closest to me (Chalk Farm). My boyfriend and I applied at the same time and selected the same shifts, so we’d be able to do it together. You have to do a minimum of two shifts.

Despite having limited cooking experience, I chose the kitchen assistant role. [It’s not necessary to be an expert, just to know basic skills such as how to handle a knife and a peeler.] The Crisis online system then informed me that I had to book onto a food safety and hygiene course before I would get the stamp of approval to volunteer. Thankfully the certificate is valid for three years, so when I volunteer again in the next two years, I won’t have to worry about this little bit of admin.

The food safety course took place on a Sunday at the Crisis Cafe in Liverpool Street, a few weeks before Christmas. It cost £40, but this fee can either be donated to the charity or refunded back to you once you’ve completed your shifts. The course took a total of about six hours, followed by a multiple choice exam. It all sounds rather serious but it wasn’t too bad – the fail rate is very, very low. I picked up lots of useful nuggets of information I could use in my own kitchen: ie there’s no point washing chicken as the only way the germs are killed is through heating the meat to a high enough temperature.

In the weeks leading up to my shift, I was emailed handy information and a briefing form for what to expect on the day.

What happens on the day/s

As the shifts crept around in December, I was doing my best to remember everything I’d learned on the food safety course. We arrived and checked in at reception, picked up our name badges and dropped off our bags before heading straight to the kitchen. We put on our aprons and hair nets, and then met the chef, who told us what we’d be cooking and what needed to be done.

As it was an evening shift (3pm-11pm), we were going to be making a two-course dinner for 400 people. It was a mammoth task: I found myself peeling at least 150 potatoes (it’s not glamorous work!), cutting them into wedges and then putting them into gigantic industrial ovens. Next I was seasoning and boiling down at least 1kg of cabbage in a pan, then helping to make beef burgers. There’s a common misconception that Crisis is just a soup kitchen – I didn’t see any soup the whole time I was there – instead we were conjuring up elaborate meals.

Working in the kitchen, it was the first time in a very, very long time that I spent more than four hours without looking at my phone (phones aren’t allowed outside of pockets), but, incredibly, I didn’t even have a chance to miss it. The music was blaring in the kitchen, the vibe was busy but upbeat, and we were all pitching in to help with whatever needed doing next. In total there were about 9 of us cooking, so it was all hands on deck. Once all the food was prepped it was time to serve – but we didn’t serve the residents directly, instead we served the volunteers who then took the plates to the residents.

After serving we got to eat what was leftover, then came the clean up. Luckily, kitchen volunteers don’t do too much washing (other volunteers are sometimes brought in for this and there’s an industrial dishwasher), but there’s lots of grease to remove from hobs and jobs like that. Gloves are provided, so pop your hands in and get busy.

What I enjoyed most about working in the kitchen was the chance to get to know the other volunteers; the sense of teamwork was immense. One girl I met was bravely doing five days of kitchen shifts in a row. It got very hot in the kitchen so my advice would be to wear layers so you can take on/off items. As you’re on your feet all day, wear the comfiest shoes you own. Stay hydrated; it’s easy to get caught up in the business but take a few minutes to grab a drink and a snack from the stall outside the kitchen. I regretted having my nails painted the day before – by the end of the shift the paint was chipped and ruined! It was an exhausting eight hours, and by the end I was ready to collapse into bed, but it was very rewarding to hear that we’d fed so many people and feedback on the food was very positive.

The second shift I did (day shift, 7.45am-3.45pm), we were making two meals; breakfast and lunch. I knew what to expect this time around, and we were making a full English followed by a roast chicken dinner and macaroni cheese. Time flew even quicker on this shift, and it was nice to see a bit of daylight as we left that day.

It felt good to know we’d helped the residents in some small way, and given our time to a worthy cause. Of course, Crisis at Christmas is only a part of the charity’s work, and they are looking for year-round volunteers, but this is a good way to lend a hand at Christmas, to those that need it most. After Crisis at Christmas is over, the charity hosts a party to thank all the volunteers, so you have a chance to reunite with new friends, too.

What’s it like to travel solo on New Zealand’s Kiwi Experience coach?

 

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Peters Pool in Franz Josef, which I stumbled across by accident while trekking

 

“Here comes the big green f*ck truck,” the hostel worker casually remarked, as the coach rolled into view. I responded with a nervous laugh, before bidding him farewell. Fresh-faced and dishevelled (mostly) young persons stared down from the windows of the coach as I queued to offload my backpack into the hold underneath, wondering what I’d got myself into.

I was setting off on a solo 16-day adventure through New Zealand and the Kiwi Experience backpacker bus would be my primary mode of transport. A chubby man with a clipboard – the driver, it turned out – waited by the coach door and ticked off my name as I boarded. A nostalgic feeling crept up on me – I hadn’t seen a clipboard since my school days, and I remembered field trips, the days of needing to register with the teacher. Turned out that this was the first of many, many times I would be seeing a clipboard on the trip, and this won’t be the last time I’d be made to feel like a bit of a big kid on their first day at school.

It’d been more than 10 years since I finished school – I was 27 and found myself on the Kiwi Experience because while I’d have loved to explore New Zealand in a car or campervan, I was going solo, so rather than it being just me and the open road, I opted for a backpacker bus that I hoped would take the hard work out of getting about, and help me make some friends in the process.

There was a stench of booze mixed with foot odour as I boarded the bus and found myself the nearest empty seat. I introduced myself to my neighbour, his name was Till, he was 21 and from Germany. In the next couple of days, I discovered that much of the bus was packed with “gap yah” students from Europe, the States and England. Many were also fresh out of university. There was one couple who was a tiny bit older than I was – newlyweds from Australia.

Chart music was booming from the speakers as we departed from Christchurch – I’d spent a day in the city beforehand, exploring the Quake City Museum (must-visit – it’s brilliantly interactive) and Christchurch Botanic Gardens. The driver spoke over the microphone, giving a commentary on where we were headed, how long it would be till the next toilet and supermarket stop (two hours) and then explained that clipboards (they’re back) were being passed around listing hostel accommodation options and activities for the next stop on the route – you had to simply put your name down and you’d be booked in.

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Eel-filled Lake Rotoiti – which some crazy people from our coach had a swim in. It’s entirely safe to do so, the driver said

“Make some noise if you’re from England” the driver roared over the microphone, and the seemingly sleepy passengers sprung to life, “now make some noise if you’re drinking tonight”, there were whoops of delight heard. This set the tone for the next few days, and it reeked of a freshers’ week vibe. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt, I thought to myself.

As the clipboard with the accommodation sheet reached me, there were different rooms available; private rooms for a higher price, which were taken up by the couples on the coach, and then there were mixed and single sex dorms. My neighbour Till scribbled his name in a slot in the mixed dorm, and I asked him if I could tag along. He said “sure, as long as I get the top bunk,” to which I nodded and signed my name on the paper.

When we eventually arrived at our accommodation in Nelson, more than five hours later, we were exhausted – it had been a long ride and this was because of the earthquake that happened a few months previously – the stop we initially were meant to make was no longer accessible by road. There was a long queue to check-in: getting more than 40 people signed in at once is a bit like being in a car at Piccadilly Circus at rush hour – you’re not getting far, fast. The remainder of the evening passed nicely though, we dropped off our bags and Till and I and a couple of our dorm friends headed out for a walk to see what the sleepy city of Nelson’s had to offer. Very little, it seemed, although the Queen’s Gardens and waterside area were nice. Later on, we came back to rustle up some dinner with our supermarket shop – I got pasta, and Till got tinned tuna and rice. I headed off to bed by 10 as I was due to be up and on the coach by 7am the next morning to make the coach to the next stop. WiFi was incredibly expensive and was often payable by the hour in hostels, so I was glad I bought a WiFi dongle at the airport that allowed access to the internet in most places.

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Winding road in Fjordland National Park as we made our way down to see Milford Sound and board our cruise

As I was doing the Kea route – which covers both North and South Island in just over two weeks – I was on the move a lot and almost every other day I was at a new destination (it helps to pack sensibly and have a good backpack that opens up like a suitcase). Because I was sticking to the fixed route – other travellers had the option to stay longer in each destination if they wished, but they would have to change their bus bookings accordingly – to get everything done in the two weeks, there was a lot of time spent on the coach, and most days I was up by 6.45am to catch the coach for 7am. For those with more time, it’s probably wise not to do the routes like this – on “minimum time” – as it can feel rushed and you don’t have much flexibility, for example, if you arrive at a place and really like it, you might want to stay for longer, but you can’t because ultimately you may not make your return flight home. The minimum time travel route also meant I missed out on certain things: for example, in Abel Tasman I couldn’t do the four-hour trek through the national park as we arrived there at 6pm and were set to depart at 10am the following day (and the trek started at 2pm), and star gazing was called off at Lake Taupo as the weather wasn’t good, and I was set to leave early the next morning so I couldn’t delay it and experience it another day.

On our way out of Nelson the there was an incredible photo stop at the Nelson Lakes – and there were a few more memorable photo stops over the next couple of weeks, which was one of the highlights of the Kiwi Experience – the drivers took us to good spots and some days we even did little hikes together to break up the long bus journeys. What else is great is that the Kiwi bus tours the main hotspots, and this one took me to all the key places I wanted to visit – Franz Josef, Abel Tasman, Lake Wanaka, Queenstown, Lake Tekapo and then on to the North Island.

The initial impression I got of the driver being very “teacher-like” was solidified as he was the person who dictated toilet stops along the driving route, took the group to the supermarket to stock up on essentials, pointed out interesting landmarks as we drove and he was the one who attempted to solve any problems we had, for example, if someone wanted to change their travel route. This felt like an escorted tour and while you have time to do your own thing, it was also a bit strict: if you missed the bus without letting the driver know you wouldn’t be boarding, you’d have to pay a fee to get on the next one, and if you didn’t make it back to the coach in time from the toilet stop, the driver would leave without you. I heard a horrible story of a girl who was on a coach before ours, who had left all her belongings on the coach and taken too long in the supermarket. The coach driver didn’t wait as he had to stick to a schedule, so some of her friends jumped off the coach to find her and they all caught a taxi to the next stop together – otherwise she would have been alone and penniless in an unfamiliar town.

On the way to Kaiteriteri it turned out that there would be a party that evening – an “S party”, which meant you’d have to come dressed as something beginning with the letter S. I didn’t really have a means of opting out as we were going to be staying in a secluded lodge with lots of cabins that is miles away from civilisation. As we rolled up to the supermarket, we were instructed to get creative with what we bought, to craft an inventive outfit for the theme – and there would be prizes for the best ones.I’ll admit it was an exciting challenge that forced me to think on my feet. One person went off to buy a pair of fluffy rugs (to dress up as sheep), a couple of girls dashed to buy some bright blue face paint and white hats, so they could dress up as the Smurfs, while another group of girls went off and buy accessories to dress up as the Spice Girls. Even I, the frugal traveller, got involved and purchased a red-coloured fleece blanket which could double up as a cape and be paired with my Superman pyjamas – simple.

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Horseback riding in Lord of the Rings land, Glenorchy in the south island

Arriving in the cabin in the woods, there was excitement as everybody was keen to put their outfits together, and considering that mostly everyone was travelling with only essentials, there was a lot of improvisation involved. There were a few hours till the party yet and the accommodation providers had an opt-in paid for cultural activity: greenstone (known locally as pounamu or jade) carving. I got involved, and it was an intricate process. Some people made beautiful pendants for necklaces while I carved a neat prism as a keyring for a friend back home. Travelling through New Zealand you see a lot of pounamu souvenirs and it was nice to have been given the chance to get involved in the process of making my own.

The S party turned out to be rather enjoyable, I even threw some shapes at the disco and tried to shrug off my self consciousness, thinking, ‘I probably won’t be seeing these people again, better make the most of it’. The evening was rosy until bed time – I made a brisk exit from the party at 10pm, and at about 11pm a couple of others from my cabin came crawling in. Unfortunately the all-female dorm wasn’t all-female any more. In the bunk below me, things were getting heated and moans and groans were erupting. At the time I felt the best way to proceed was to stay silent and log-like. Being in a remote location meant I had no cellphone reception, so I couldn’t even text a friend to stay busy. It then became clear to me why the hostel worker had called it a “f*ck truck”! Everything calms down after about half an hour, thank God. Thankfully this was a the only time I had to encounter this on my two week trip.

In the coming days I met two lovely American girls sitting beside me on the coach to Franz Josef. I told them about my experiences so far, and that night in the woods, and they insisted that I share a room with them, *breathes sigh of relief*. The clipboard listing possible activities to do in Franz Josef came around and there was a cool helicopter ride and hike on the glacier, or a sky dive. I was feeling brave and put my name down for the sky dive. When we arrived in Franz Josef though, the wear was grey and rainy and the driver informed us that there was a high chance our activity would be called off. I checked the weather forecast for the following day and it looked the same. The driver was right, it’s called off. According to my itinerary, I was scheduled to stay two days in Franz Josef so it would have been worth me trying to get an earlier coach out of there, especially as I didn’t have very much to do there. I called the Kiwi Experience head office to arrange a transfer, but the coach for tomorrow was full so I’d have to stay an extra night.

It was a tad annoying, but the Americans and I made grand plans to follow the guided path up to see the glacier and perhaps have a dip in the on-site jacuzzi at our hostel. On that hike I also accidentally discovered Peter’s Pool right beside Franz Josef – it’s slightly hidden away from the normal path, but do visit.

That night a random guy ended up in our room too, and we made friends, although his sleep snoring in the top bunk was displeasing. The following day felt like a  waste; I went back to check that there had been no change in circumstances and there hadn’t – the sky dives weren’t happening – but the good thing was that the American girls and I were set to be travelling together for the next six days straight, and it felt so good to have made a couple of good friends to stick with. We cooked together in the hostel kitchen in the evening as it was the cheapest way to fuel – sachet porridge, tinned goods, sandwiches and soup are about as ambitious as I got for the trip as it was a bit of a chore to carry ingredients around everywhere and unpack at every destination.

The Kiwi Experience was a good way to meet a lot of people – some people I lost and found again as my travel continued down the route, perhaps because they spent an extra night in a location that I was about to leave, but then they caught up when I was spending a couple of nights somewhere else. Everyone was on their own journey and the dorms and optional extra activities offered a good way to make friends. The Kiwi Experience organised dinners and drinks that you can opt in to, too. One day the hostel we were staying in in Wellington offered a free home-cooked dinner and it was the most comforting cottage pie I’d tasted in all my time abroad. Another optional communal breakfast (AUD $15) in Queenstown was ridiculously good, perhaps simply because you’re not making it yourself and it’s been made for you. The drivers gave good food/restaurant recommendations and tips on things to do, and ways to save money too.

The Kiwi Experience also forced me out of my comfort zone a little. I found myself riding a rodeo in a fancy cowboy-themed bar in Wellington, cheered on by some guys I met at the hostel bar; risk-averse me did a bungee jump in Queenstown, after getting caught up in the thrill of being in one of the most adventurous places in the world. Even though it took me a good four minutes of teetering on the edge of a wooden plank, questioning what the hell I’d got myself into, I finally made that jump and it made me realise the importance of facing my fears head on. No, I’m not cueing up that cliche about travel changing a person, although sending the bungee jump video to my parents was an interesting experience. My mother said she didn’t sleep for a couple of nights after watching it. I told her it was too late, I’d already done it, and I was fine. Talk about testing boundaries.

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Rippon Vineyard in Lake Wanaka – hosts free wine tastings so do visit

Other highlights of the trip included discovering the most scenic vineyard in Wanaka. After being tipped off by a hostel worker, and a good forty minute hike in the boiling midday sun, we arrived at Rippon vineyard and I tasted incredible wine, got a little tipsy with the American girls and some others we’d befriended and decided I’d like to get married there one day. The hikes were really memorable.

If you’re headed to the North Island, keep an empty stomach for the epic feast at the Maori cultural village. It is an experience you won’t forget in a hurry, having been living like a pauper for ages, you immediately feel like a princess/prince being fed the finest food cooked in a hangi. In the geothermal wonderland of Rotorua, the bubbling mud pools and geothermal activity park were amazing to see, too. Lake Taupo (do the hike to Huka Falls, it’s worth it) and the Waitomo Caves (where you can see glow worms) are great, too.

South Island was my favourite of the two islands because of the beautiful scenery, but the cultural highlights were greater in the north island, so it’s wise to do a bit of both if you get the time. Would I do it again, the backpacker bus? Perhaps, if it was for a shorter time. I’d do it for longer if I had a pal/s with me. The Kiwi Pass is valid for up to a year after you’ve travelled, so you can go and use the buses again in that time if you like.

 

Top tips for travelling on the Kiwi Experience Bus:

-Don’t do the route on ‘minimum time’ as you miss out on a lot of activities

-Get your smartphone unlocked and buy a sim card at the airport loaded with lots of data, as Wi-Fi is expensive in the hostels

-Take a good side-open backpack for travelling, as it makes getting things in and out easier and a good padlock.

-You won’t need a sleeping bag

-Don’t lose that little Kiwi Pass (slip of paper they give you at the start of the tour) as you’ll have to pay a fee to replace it

-Be open to making new friends if you’re travelling alone

-When that clipboard comes around, get involved if you can afford it

-Befriend the drivers, and go and sit up front and chat to them while driving to get a better insight into the place you’re visiting and also to get more tips on places to go/things to eat  (ie they tipped us off about going to the famed Fergburger in Queenstown; gigantic burgers)

-Take anything that’ll make a coach journey more comfortable, such as a pillow, a good pair of headphones, etc. Perhaps load up your phone with podcasts and TV programmes to watch before you leave home, too

-Take a good microfibre towel for showers – it’s light and it’ll dry quick, essential when you’re moving around a lot

-Pack layered clothing: the weather changes quickly, and differs in both north and south island

-If you can’t afford to do all the activities, which can be expensive, do a lot of hikes and get out and explore the area you’re in – that’s how I discovered some of the most stunning spots, by accident

-Buy supermarket stuff in bulk for breakfast and dinner as it’s cheaper than eating out every day – perhaps get a cool bag if you can

Full disclosure: I was not paid by Kiwi Experience to write this. I wrote this piece back in 2017 but forgot to publish. Since then, my laptop has been stolen, which contained all the rest of my beautiful photos from the trip. Boo!

We made it to Annapurna Base Camp in Nepal!

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Annapurna on the left, Fishtail mountain on the right

After months and months of preparing and training, I completed a relentless 9-day trek to Annapurna Base Camp in November 2018, along with 26 others in my group. Thanks to the incredible generosity of all our sponsors, we have managed to raise approximately £430,000, which will help Sense International continue doing its amazing work for deafblind children and their families throughout the world.

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Getting closer to the top

Trekking up to Annapurna Base Camp was one of the best yet most challenging things I’ve ever done – it has helped me to discover the strength of my body, my mind, and ignited within me a new passion for trekking and a desire to push myself further. It has exceeded my expectations and rewarded me with great new friendships and treated me to the most amazing vistas, from trekking alongside rice paddy fields, through tiny villages, mountain valleys and within dark forests. It wasn’t easy, but the spirit among the group kept everyone motivated – and regular rest periods (I listened to my body), helped me through. Here’s a day-by-day account of what went down, illustrated by photos, plus a list of essentials to pack if you’re doing the trek yourself (bottom).

LOCATION & PERSPECTIVE

Annapurna is a group of mountains in the Himalayas in north-central Nepal. We trekked to Annapurna Base Camp at 4,130m, taking in its unique and incredibly spectacular setting, amidst the majestic peaks of Annapurna South (7,219m), Annapurna I (8,091m), Hiunchuli (6,441m), Gangapurna (7,454m), Annapurna III (7,555m) and Machhapuchhre (6,993m).

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Our hiking route

THE TEAM

Our group of 27 ranged in age from 24 to 65 years old, with more than 50% of the trekkers over 55 years old. There were 3 father and son/daughter pairs and 7 couples in this global team, which drew together trekkers from the UK, Australia, Canada, Singapore, Italy and Liechtenstein. Our full entourage came to 48 including the 5 local guides and their assistants and 16 porters, all local Gurung people of north-central Nepal. We were under the able leadership of our local Nepalese chief guide called Basu.

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DAY 1 (18 November) – Nayapul to Ghandruk 1,940m

The whole group united in Pokhara for the start. We loaded our bags onto the roof of a people carrier and made a 2-hour car journey to the starting point of the trek at Nayapul (1,010m). The ride was so bumpy we wished we’d been given protective helmets! The rest of our entourage, including the assistant guides and porters, were waiting for us at the starting point. Everyone was muted and deep in thought as there was a sense of excitement coupled with a bit of nervousness amongst our group about the big task ahead and most probably the questionable living conditions we’d encounter over the coming days. We watched in awe as the porters used rope and rolled up old rice bags to secure two of our heavy 20kg backpacks on each of their own backs.

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The amusing, makeshift baggage claim counter at Pokhara Airport

We set off on a dust road at around 11.30am. The weather was glorious; the sun was out and so were the bottles of sun cream. An hour into the trek we stopped for a coffee and to reflect on the lush greenery surrounding the small townships and rice paddies that we had passed. Little did we know of the endless uphill steps that would greet us shortly after our coffee break.

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Leaving the village of Nayapul to start our trek

We followed the trail along the Modi River until we started hiking up a winding path to reach a place called Kimche for lunch; stir-fried rice with vegetables – subsequently voted the worst meal of this trek. Thankfully we’d packed a couple of mini bottles of Sriracha hot sauce, which helped the mouthfuls go down a little easier. Considering it was our first meal, we were even more nervous about what we’d be fed this week.

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Steps, more steps, and even more steps

After lunch the trek continued to ascend towards Ghandruk. Some of us found the first day really challenging and slow going which meant we ran out of daylight towards the end of the day. We had to complete the rest of the day’s walk in darkness – it was eerie, being in a completely silent forest at that time of the day, but provided a very good chance to test those head torches. All in all we had climbed an equivalent of 400 flights of stairs on the first day. The thought on everyone’s mind was that whoever classed this as a ‘moderately difficult’ trek wasn’t thinking very clearly. We were questioning what we’d got ourselves into. On the upside, we were astounded that the porters managed to do the exact same route as we did, but with at least 40 kg loaded on their backs, and in significantly less time than we took.

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Passing lush paddies and green fields

We arrived at our first tea house accommodation in Ghandruk having gained 900m on day 1, at approximately 6.30pm. Tea houses are essentially small, basic hostels in local villages offering both a place to sleep as well as a home-cooked meal. Most of the tea houses are owned, managed and inhabited by local families. They are all very basic, and the standards of service and facilities offered vary significantly between one tea house and the next. In the ‘bedrooms’ were three or four wooden bed frames with a thin mattress on each. Every night we would unfurl our sleeping bags on top of the mattress and clamber inside. The facilities got more basic and fewer as we ascended to villages at a higher altitude and the rooms got colder.

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The porters trekking alongside us, each holding two 20kg bags on their backs

Everyone was completely shattered following a tougher than expected day of trekking immediately after a long-haul flight; so after a traditional Nepalese thali dinner we all retired early.

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A traditional Nepalese thali

There were at least three people in a room (sometimes 5) – it was tight and there was definitely no space to swing a cat! There wasn’t any hot water coming from the shower so a few of us persuaded the owner to boil some water in a kettle for us – a bucket shower it was. The snorers in our group (each vying for the top spot) maintained their orchestral performance throughout the night depriving some of us from much needed sleep and rest – the flimsy, thin bedroom walls were no match against the nightly performance!

DAY 2 (19 November) Ghandruk to Chhomrong 2,170m

With the first day’s trek behind us and armed with a (mostly) good night’s rest in clean mountain air, we were ready to embark on our second day’s challenge, comforted by the knowledge that today would be easier than yesterday as we were only going to end up 250m higher. The early risers amongst us managed to catch a glimpse of the snow-covered mountains in the Annapurna Range far in the distance at sunrise, before the view was hidden by the clouds rolling in from the valley floor.

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Annapurna peeking through and Fishtail at sunrise on the right

After a hearty breakfast (a boiled egg, curried potatoes and pancakes) and a quick stretch and warm up to loosen the muscles from the previous day’s trek, we left Ghandruk at about 8.00am, passing many children getting ready to go to school in this little village. The trek ascended for an hour up to Ghandrukkot Hill where we had a mini-picnic over cups of black/ginger tea.

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A quick warm up before we set off

We prepared ourselves for a very steep descent down to the bed of Kimron River to our lunch stop. Having navigated almost 2,000 stony steps down to the river bed, almost everyone shared the view that downhill trekking was not much fun and strenuous on the knees.

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Steep climbs and descents greeted us on this day

After a couple of hours walking, everyone enjoyed the lunch served in a very pleasant tea house not very far from the river bed and valley floor. During lunch the discussion centred around the unexpected 600 metre ascent that we needed to ready ourselves for – so much for an easy trekking day that we had anticipated when we started off this morning.

Sure as night follows day, we were greeted by another steep ascent comprising of 2,500+ steps to Chhomrong, a quaint village located on top of a ridge.

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We frequently saw sheep, mules, monkeys and mountain dogs on our route

It was only day two – morale was low. The group was totally exhausted having laboured through thousands of steps and the mood for rebellion was in the air. There were no facilities on the trek so we’d all become accustomed to peeing in the wild or in a hole in the ground, and those trusty rolls of biodegradable loo paper were our saviours for the trip. Showers on this day were limited to a maximum of two minutes as there was not enough hot water for everyone, but very few people complained as it was just too cold to utilise the full two minutes – as soon as the sun went down, the outside temperature quickly dropped.

We got our first close-up silhouetted night view of the snow-capped Annapurna South and Machhapuchhare (commonly known as Fishtail Mountain) towering above the village of Chhomrong. It was a majestic sight, difficult to forget in a hurry. To warm up against the chill at night we decided to break open a bottle of local Nepalese rum to make a hot toddy. Before we knew it the beers and hot toddies were flowing and it became a party with everyone merrily singing and dancing around the dining table to local Nepalese songs, including the guides and porters. Letting our hair down allowed for a huge improvement in morale within the group.

DAY 3 (20 November) – Chhomrong to Bamboo 2,130m

It was 6.00am, dark and really cold outside but already the camp was stirring with a lot of activity. Everyone was out with their cameras and smartphones to catch their first real glimpse of the sunrise over Annapurna South and Machhapuchhare. There was a lot of excitement as people jostled for photo opportunities – it was a truly magnificent site. The temperature rose as soon as the sun was out; clear blue skies and 16°C were forecast today – perfect for the day’s trekking.

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The view from our room

Breakfast was another feast, consisting of a boiled egg, curried potatoes and the traditional Gurung fried bread with lashings of masala tea and black coffee – our tastiest breakfast yet. After breakfast, it was a challenge to get everybody to line up for a group photo but there was a distinct upbeat mood within the group today.

The trail out of Chhomrong descended via 2,500+ large stone steps to the Modi river bed which we crossed using a swaying suspension bridge. There was yet another uphill climb on a rocky trail to Sinuwa (2,350m) where we took a break at one of its tea houses to catch our breath over lunch.

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A chilly day of trekking under a deep fog in the forest

The trail continued uphill passing through a beautiful rhododendron forest to a place called Kuldi, which was once a British sheep-breeding project. It was all downhill from Kuldi across a long, steep staircase passing through a dense bamboo and rhododendron forest to arrive at a small hamlet called Bamboo.

DAY 4 (21 November) – Bamboo to Himalaya 3,000m

The trail continued to ascend through dense forests where we got to see troops of Langur monkeys jumping from tree to tree. Today we walked through thick fog so cameras didn’t see much action. We had not seen any motorised transport since we set off three days ago; the trail was littered with mule droppings, as mules are the main transport mechanism at this altitude; or sheer human strength.

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A local carrying a great load in his bamboo basket – and doing it in flip flops, mind you

After walking for 7 hours, and having ascended 900m in total today, we finally reached a collection of three tea houses in what appeared to be the hamlet of Himalaya. Our accommodation was grandiosely named the Himalayan Hotel but it was just another tea house with fewer facilities than yesterday. I hadn’t showered in three days – the thought of a freezing shower and stripping off in the cold was too difficult – so my biodegradable baby wipes saved the day.

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Time to chill after a long day of trekking

Although there was a chill in the air, we sat outside in the courtyard, under a corrugated roof shelter sipping tea and coffee; some of us playing cards over a beer whilst others content with having a chat about the day’s event. We were too tired to unpack our bags and freshen up before dinner.

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No room at the inn… our rooms only had space for beds – small ones

Dinner was the usual spread in a tightly packed and cosy dining area – 27 plates of Nepalese dal bhat thali, plus an extra 21 for the porters and guides. It is amazing what the chef was able to conjure up for dinner in such a small kitchen area in a remote location – but it tasted delicious.

Thali time again

DAY 5 (22 November) – Himalaya to Machhapuchhre Base Camp (MBC) 3,700m

We had been warned the night before, during the usual dinner briefing, to expect an uphill trek all the way to MBC which would be our highest overnight resting place on this trek. Today we had to ascend a full 700m. With heads slightly thumping (the first sign of altitude sickness), we set off towards MBC at 8.00am after the usual boiled egg and potato curry breakfast. The sun was out yet again to give us another gorgeous day, but it was not to last. The weather changed as we went up through the valley towards Hinko Cave with clouds rolling up from the valley floor making it very foggy. The trail passed over a couple of small precarious log bridges crossing a stream of ice melt from the mountains above.

After a 4-hour ascent we arrived at a place called Deurali, high above the cloud-line, where we relaxed for a couple of hours to enjoy an al-fresco lunch underneath a clear blue sky.

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Sunglasses are out and we’re eagerly awaiting our lunch

We were in for a treat – this place was known for the Nepalese Momo (a steamed dumpling with different kinds of filling – a bit like dim sum). Whilst lunch was being prepared, the game of cards continued; others relaxed and watch the world go by.

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Nepalese dumplings, known as “momo”, with a side of stir-fried rice

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A quick game of Monopoly Deal

After lunch, the trail ascended gently through a fast-glacial river bed rising steeply over the mountain side. We found ourselves surrounded by giant snow-covered mountains. The sun rays reflected off the snow on the mountain to create a stunning view. But we had just entered the “Avalanche Risk Area” and the path was treacherous as we navigated across rocks covered by fresh snow fall from a recent avalanche. It was single file only. The mood was sombre. One wrong footstep and the snow beneath us could give way causing an injury or worse, making one slide right down the mountain side.

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Team work makes the dream work

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The scary sign we trekked past in silence

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Entering the avalanche zone

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Traversing the snow-covered ground towards MBC

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The uphill snow struggle

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The weather kept changing as we entered the clouds

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The most rewarding views of the mountain valleys

We all made it across safely but the effort and concentration of ploughing through lots of deep snow and icy sections was exhausting. Every now and again we heard the thunderous clap of an avalanche and snow falling down the mountainsides around us – it stopped everyone in their tracks to try to spot the white dust storm in the sky indicating the location of the avalanche.

The trek felt never ending. We asked the guides: “How much further? Are we there yet?” to which they gave their stock reply, “Not long to go now”. We finally arrive at MBC around 5.00pm and the view that rewarded us made it all worthwhile. We were completely surrounded by mountains, every way we turned; it almost looked pretend; like it was created as a backdrop for a theatre production. The humongous mountains (including Fishtail Mountain right ahead of us) had a way of making us all feel so small and insignificant. Despite the freezing cold and biting wind we posed and took lots of photos; staring in awe at the spectacle around us.

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Almost at Machhapuchhre Base Camp

Although we were at a place labelled a base camp, it is not technically a base camp as it is forbidden to climb Machhapuchhre (Fishtail) for religious reasons.

The plan was to start trekking very early at 3am the next morning in order to get to Annapurna Base Camp just before sunrise. Some people had a splitting headache brought about by the altitude; most had mixed feelings of both apprehension and anticipation for what tomorrow would bring. We got busy organising and preparing ourselves for the early morning start. There was a sense of trepidation too: all that snow we’d just traversed would surely turn to ice overnight, and soon we’d be climbing back up it, yet it total darkness. Everyone was in bed by 9.00pm (today we were 4-5 to a room) although a lot of sleep was not to be had due to altitude, cold, anxiety and the ever-present night-time orchestra!

SUMMIT DAY 6 (23 November) – MBC to Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) 4,130m

It was 3am – pitch black and freezing cold outside – in fact the temperature was about minus 10c but it felt much colder due to the wind chill. But we had no option – we had to get out of our cosy sleeping bags as today was the big day when we would meet Annapurna. There was no time for a cup of tea/coffee or breakfast before we headed of.

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The 3am struggle to get to Annapurna Base Camp – battling the freezing cold, darkness, snow and black ice

Although we had three layers of clothes on our legs, at least six on the top of our bodies, three pairs of socks, woolly hats, balaclavas and ski gloves, it still felt really cold standing in the biting wind whilst waiting for everyone to assemble before starting off.

To manage the safety of the group the guides split us into 2 groups, a faster pace and a medium pace group. Adorned with head torches we slowly made our ascent in a single file – wary as the path was covered with black ice – slippery and treacherous in some sections.

It was a full moon night with hardly any cloud cover to hide the millions of stars peppering the sky. Progress was slow on the icy surface and our ascent was c150m per hour. The wind chill made it feel colder, and our stops were limited to less than 2 minutes – to catch our breaths, clear our runny noses, grab a sip of water etc, so that we wouldn’t freeze – most finding it frustratingly difficult to accomplish these tasks in such a short time with so much clothing on!

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Just as the sun started rising, we entered an area called the Annapurna Base Camp Sanctuary. From here the views of the near-vertical south face of Annapurna towering above us were sensational. We had an unobstructed 360-degree panoramic view of Machhapuchhare, Annapurna South, Annapurna I, Annapurna III, Gangapurna, Hiunchuli and a few other peaks towering close to or above 8,000m. Annapurna Base Camp is a small area with a couple of tea houses, some research huts and expedition tents all on a cliff edge above a huge glacier moraine. We had finally arrived.

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Obligatory team photo at Annapurna Base Camp

Everyone was on a high – hugs and high-fives all around; for some it was a very emotional moment – it finally sunk in that they had just realised their goal of trekking to Annapurna Base Camp having spent so much of their time in the last 10 months training and preparing for it.

There were 27 of us who embarked on this trek. 26 made it to ABC. It was a shame that the last one could not make it as he was about 45 minutes away from ABC but succumbed to altitude sickness, serious enough for the guides to make a call that it would be safer for him to turn back. All in all a great achievement for the entire group and for many individually it was one of the most rewarding day of the trek and a significant achievement of a lifetime. We took our time to watch the sunrise over Annapurna Sanctuary in the lap of the Himalaya range and let this significant achievement sink in.

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Spectacular view of the mountain ranges

Before setting off on our descent to MBC we enjoyed a most satisfying and much needed cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate each. As the sun rose in the sky, the trek down to MBC became even more treacherous as the ice had started to melt. There was little foothold for our boots on the icy path and there were many tumbles and falls on the way down – luckily there were no serious injuries or broken bones. We arrived back at MBC for a well-earned breakfast before packing our bags in readiness for the descent.

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Spirits remained high

The mood in the group was very different now – we were on our way down and everyone was on a high from a personal goal fulfilled! We still had a long day ahead of us in order to get down to Dovan (2,500m). We passed through the “Avalanche Risk Area” again to arrive at Duerali at around 2.00pm where we enjoyed another great al-fresco lunch under clear blue skies.

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Making our downward descent

We continued our downward trek to Dovan, having to don for the second time that day our head torches, finally reaching Dovan in the dark for our overnight stop at around 6.00 pm. We had been walking since 3.00am – 15 hours in our boots! At Dovan we all had hot showers – for many of us it was our first shower in six days – at a cost of 200 rupees per person (about £1.50). Today was also a special day as we had a birthday boy amongst us. We cracked open a few beers, exchanged animated stories of the day’s events and for the first time ate something other than dhal bhat for dinner; we got pizza and chips as a reward for our hard day’s work. Sadly, we were all so shattered and unable to keep the celebrations going for too long. Everyone was tucked up in bed by 9.00pm.

DAY 7 (24 November) – Dovan to Sinuwa 2,360m

After a leisurely breakfast in Dovan – our first fried instead of boiled egg; oh what a treat! – we continued our trail downhill towards Sinuwa. Spirits were high and everyone had a spring in their step. After a 3-hour walk we arrived at Bamboo for a lunch break. We reached our accommodation in Sinuwa in record time around 4.00 pm.

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Picturesque coffee/masala tea stop

DAY 8 (25 November) – Sinuwa to Jhinu Danda 1,780m

We decided to start off early today as we wanted to get to Jhinu Danda as quickly as possible so that we could relax our tired muscles in the natural hot springs there. We left at 7.00am and after a couple of hours arrived at a beautiful outdoor spot, high on a mountain ridge, with panoramic views of the valleys below.

We continued our descent to Jhinu Danda, arriving in time for lunch and beers. After lunch we got into our swimsuits and ventured down through the forest for a 30-minute walk to the hot springs to spend a couple of hours unwinding in style. The setting of these hot springs was surreal – to one side was the fast-flowing Modi River and to the other was a dense forest. The locals believe the natural hot springs would aid the healing of the aches and pains that our bodies had suffered in the last few days.

DAY 9 (26 November) – Jhinu Danda to Pokhara

This was the final day of the trek. After breakfast we had a short 2.5-hour trek down to Sauli. To get there we had to walk along the second longest, swaying suspension bridge in Nepal about 350m long – it felt like walking down the aisle of an aeroplane in turbulence – for some it was unsettling. At Sauli, we thanked our porters for their incredible support and hard work, followed by an emotional farewell, before jumping onto our transport for the journey back to Pokhara.

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The second longest, swaying suspension bridge in Nepal – walking along it felt like walking down an aeroplane when there is turbulence – it was unsettling

CLOSING NOTE

Everyone in the group is incredibly proud of their own personal achievement and journey over the last few months. We take away great memories forged along the Annapurna Base Camp trek together with countless stories and anecdotes to share with our friends and family. The best thing to come out of this trek are the new friendships and sense of camaraderie forged over the 9 days of trekking.

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Tibetan cloth prayer flags adorned many of our trekking routes. The practice of hanging prayer flags (which contain sacred text and symbols) pre-dates Buddhism. It was a shamanic medicinal practice to help bring balance and harmony to the environment. After some time the prayer flags will naturally fade and fray, symbolising the passing nature of all things

 

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Multi-coloured prayer flags sway in the wind above us

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A local carrying a bale of hay on his back

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Clothes drying outside a home in a village we passed through

Together, we have managed to raise an extraordinary sum of money, currently standing at £430,000, for the deafblind which would not have been possible without the immense generosity of our donors.

We left a small piece of our hearts in Nepal but taken with us a rucksack full of memories. Kaushik, one of the team members has composed this poem below which sums up our feelings at the end of this incredible trek.

ASCENDING ANNAPURNA

Step by step, rock by rock

Heart thumping fast, tick-tock, tick-tock

You gaze to the sky, crystal clear blue

There she sits, majestically, like few others do

She holds court, so begins the drama

As others pay homage, in humble panorama

The flags in colour, salute her and flutter

Whispering sweetly “Go in Peace”, they mutter

The sun rises, showering her in golden glory

So ends a chapter, in your life’s story

Your heart and soul in union, this is karma

It’s just amazing, Ascending Annapurna

 


What to pack for Annapurna Base Camp

The main bag (70-100kg), which porters carry (make sure it’s wheel-less) should be waterproof, and contain the following items:

I’ve highlighted in red the things that were absolutely ESSENTIAL and inserted a few web links.

  • Sleeping Bag – a 4-5 season plus (delivering comfort at -5C to -9C)
  • Travel pillow (optional)
  • Sleeping Bag Liner (silk or cotton) for extra warmth
  • Comfortable shoes or trainers for the evening
  • Good walking socks (1 pair for every 2 trekking days)
  • Underlining socks (1 pair for every trekking day)
  • Spare socks and underwear
  • Warm thermal or base layer (2 pairs)
  • Light trekking trousers (each one should give you 4-5 days wear)
  • A couple of trekking shorts (or trousers convertibles into shorts)
  • A couple of warm fleeces
  • T-shirts & long-sleeved tops (1 for every two trekking days)
  • Comfortable bottoms or spare trousers for the evenings
  • A small wash-kit including any personal hygiene stuff
  • Quick drying travel bath and hand towel (microfibre is best)
  • Warm pair of wind and waterproof gloves with thin liner (ski gloves are excellent)
  • An extra pair of lightweight fleecy gloves for lower altitude
  • Padlock or means of securing/locking luggage
  • Ear plugs
  • Playing cards (Monopoly Deal is amazing), books, miniature travel games or something for entertainment
  • Hand torch with spare batteries
  • Mobile power bank for device charging (most tea houses charge you to use their electricity) – some in our group used solar chargers
  • 1 spare re-useable water bottle
  • Biodegradable wet wipes
  • Medicine kit (see below)
  • Spare chocolate bars, snack bars, trail mix, sweets or other snacks (the tea houses do have them available also, to buy)
  • Colouring pencils/books/stickers/toys for the young Nepalese children you meet on the trek

Medicine bag comprising:

  • Painkillers (avoiding those that include aspirin)
  • Ibuprofen or other anti-inflammatory (not for asthmatics)
  • Imodium or Lomita for diarrhoea
  • Dehydration mix such as Dioralyte
  • Antihistamines
  • Antiseptic wipes and cream
  • Plasters
  • Elastic knee support
  • Moleskin and/or ‘Compede’ for blister treatment
  • Tiger Balm or equivalent
  • Olbas Oil or Vicks breathing stick
  • Throat pastilles or lozenges

Day rucksack (size 25-35 litres), which will be carried by you while trekking, containing:

The best dosas outside of India at Chennai Srilalitha

Ever eaten something so incredibly good that you’ve caught yourself thinking about it days later? Guilty. I’ve been having daydreams about the crisp, moreish masala dosa at South Indian restaurant Chennai Srilalitha in Kenton, which were as good as the ones I had a few years ago while travelling through Kerala.

The spice-rich, sticky onion-laced potato filling that was dolloped into the firm golden-hued dosa (a large, crepe-like form made from lentils and rice), the liquid coconut chutney, the warm dal – bringing them together made for a meal that I would like to eat again and again. And again. All of this, presented in a thali plate, came at us for under six quid. For those who haven’t had dosa before, break off a bit of the crepe, pile on some masala filling and a few dollops of chutney, then dip it in the dal (or pour the dal over the entire dosa beforehand if you prefer) and pop in your mouth.

The menu at Srilalitha vegetarian restaurant is vast, with more than 10 varieties of dosa, which is their specialty. The spongy onion uttapam – a bit like an egg-free Indian omelette – was also delicately spiced and delicious. It came with the same condiments as the dosa, and oddly, it worked just as well. The crispy battered vegetables were equally good, with every bite delivering a brilliant satisfying crunch – no greasiness whatsoever. On our visit we also noticed that the restaurant creates special dosa for kids – ones with a little spinning top – so ask for those if you have little ones in tow and want to create a bit of excitement.

This restaurant, which has been operating for 13 years, has been added to my list of favourite places to eat in London. The food is fantastic, but a note on the place itself: some people might turn their noses up at the wipe-clean plastic table cloths, plastic covered seats and mixed levels of customer service, but once you taste the dosa, any doubts you have will be quickly forgotten. Trust me, they are worth venturing to zone four for.

A taste of Ethiopia in north-west London

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It’s best to give your hands a good wash before you sit down to eat at authentic Ethiopian restaurant Abyssinia, because if you’re embracing the dining experience, you won’t be getting any cutlery.

The restaurant in Cricklewood, north-west London, prides itself on being the first and oldest Ethiopian restaurant in the city. As first-timers to the cuisine, we took guidance from the smiley owner on what to order. Within seconds he’d decided on two dishes: the vegan combo and the meat combo (each about £26, and big enough to serve at least three people). 

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Soon enough, two extra large plates were placed before us. On one, mounds of colourful vegetable curries and stews were dotted atop a giant spongy sourdough flatbread (known as injera). On the other, a mixture of vegetable and meaty curries, following the same formula. Two baskets of extra injera rolls were also placed on the side. 

The idea is that you tear a piece of the injera and use it to scoop a mouthful of curry. It’s very much a hands-on, sharing experience, as you’re all eating from the same gigantic plate.

The vegan version was everyone’s favourite. It featured different mash ups of veggies, lentils and pulses, that were in turn spicy, nutty, creamy and delightful. The meaty mounds were well spiced and tender, and also very good, but the simplicity of the vegan combo really got our attention – and it tasted fresh and healthy to boot.

The soft, spongy injera had a great texture, so it was fun to touch. We kept picking at the food all evening – chatting and taking short breaks in between scoops. The beauty of it was that we felt very satisfied and full by the end – a ‘good’ full, not the sort where you’re in need of a lie down, which could be down to the fact that all the food was gluten free. After all that dipping and scooping my fingertips had received a good bathing in curry sauce, which reminded us of the similarity between Indian and Ethiopian food.

The portions were very generous – between the five of us we were shocked that we didn’t manage to clear either of the plates – and very well priced (the bill came to just £80, including two bottles of very good red house wine). We all thoroughly enjoyed the food and the relaxed service, and agreed we’d like to visit again. 

A note on the restaurant itself: it’s small, simple and basic looking (and probably in need of some loving). There’s no extensive wine list – just a house white, house red and house rosé – and there’s not really a need to reserve a table in advance or dress up. 

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PS Sorry for the silence lately, I’ve been busy scoffing food for Time Out – you can read my latest restaurant reviews here.

 

Got a head for heights? Abseil down the ArcelorMittal Orbit in Stratford

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Urban thrill-seekers will be able to abseil down the ArcelorMittal Orbit – the tallest sculpture in the UK – from Saturday 31 March.
Abseilers can take in the panoramic views across the city as they step off the tower’s viewing platform in the heart of the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park in Stratford for the 80-metre descent.
Instructors are on hand to guide every step of the way and abseilers have the option to record their experience on a GoPro helmet camera.

The 114-metre tall tower became a recognised landmark after opening as part of the 2012 London Olympics and is now also the site for the world’s highest slide.

To book an abseil experience and to find out more, go to wireandsky.co.uk.

Step into London’s Bake Off tent: could you be crowned star baker? Plus, speed dating meets baking

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Have you always wanted to take part in the Great British Bake Off? You’re in luck – a baking tent has popped up in Tooting and you can head down and compete for the chance to be crowned star baker.

As well as baking competitions, the tent is also the setting for something a little more unusual: a speed-dating baking event, First Bakes. It’s a bit like First Dates meets Bake Off, and it’s a laughter-filled evening – much less intense and cringe-inducing than bog-standard speed dating.

You don’t need to be a pro baker to sign up – you’re provided with the recipe, ingredients and equipment, and there are helpers floating about all the time to give you a hand if you need it. The ladies stay at their stations and the men rotate every 10 minutes. While I don’t want to give away too many details, it’s a formula that does work: there are rarely awkward silences because you’re both focused on building a brilliant bake. As you’ve instantly got something to bond over the conversation flows easily and by the time the 10 minutes are up, you’ve also got a sense of your date’s culinary prowess. If you’ve dabbled with online dating apps previously, think of this as a good way to cut out days of swiping/sending introductory messages back and forth, as you can decide straight away whether you feel there’s a connection.

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Just like on the television programme, the competition really heats up at the end: time’s up and you have to bring your bakes to the head table for inspection. The judges – sadly no Mary Berry, but some bubbly hosts – sample the delights and pick a star baker. The lady chosen must then pick her best male helper (plot twist!) and both get to take home a lovely little gift. You can taste each other’s bakes and take the rest home. Plus, there’s all of the mess and none of the washing up – whoop.

The love bit: after the judging you submit your scorecard – stating who you would consider going on a date with, who you’d like to be friends with, and who you wouldn’t want to see again. It’s all calculated there and then, and you get a lovely handwritten note with any mutual matches and their contact details.

I headed down for the launch event on Valentine’s Day, and although it suffered the same problem that most speed dating events do – too few men and too many women (8:10) – it didn’t matter too much. Although learning that the organisers had to ship in their housemates/friends to fill spaces was a tiny bit annoying, considering the £47 ticket price. Having a cameraman pointing his screen at you during sections of the evening was a bit unsettling but on the whole it was a brilliant night – and I may or may not have come away with a hot date match and a friend match…

Big London Bake takes place in the garden section of the lovely Castle Pub in Tooting.

Going loco for Lobos Tapas in Borough Market

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Tucked away in a corner of Borough Market, this tiny Spanish tapas restaurant is in the heart of foodie land – and its offering tantalises the taste buds just as you’d hope.

Lobos Tapas brings a meat-heavy menu and a good wine list to boot. Considering that the restaurant was started by former Brindisa employees (another one of the great tapas joints in London), you know to expect great things.

Walking into the dimly lit eatery without a booking on a Saturday evening was risky, but we were lucky that a table had freed up after a last-minute cancellation. We were shown to our seats on the second floor in an atmospheric little cave, which gave Lobos points for ambiance, although the waitress’s immediate request that we return the table within an hour and a half was a little jarring.

We kicked things off with the brilliant croquetas – six balls of deep-fried joy stuffed with creamy ham, chorizo and smoked bacon ­­– and savoured every last one. Also outstanding was the baked tetilla cheese (pictured above), which arrived in a little frying pan. Bits of roasted veg poked out from the bubbling cheese, and pieces of crusty bread were laid down beside to dip and dunk. The creamy cow’s cheese was pleasingly stringier than Cheesestring and great fun to disassemble.

The mixed mushrooms, with truffle oil and broccoli, were a delight – the subtle truffle flavour was on point and the mushroom pieces slid down my throat in glee. Although the one dish we didn’t bother to finish was the Spanish specialty known as arroz con costra – basically crispy saffron rice with chicken, chorizo and egg combined together to look a bit like an omelette. The taste was bland and the chunks of meat were barely visible.

Thanks to its high quality food, swift service and stylish setting, this little restaurant, which has one other site in Soho, is definitely giving Brindisa some serious competition. As there’s so much choice on the menu, I’m certain to go back for more.

Misato’s chicken katsu curry is better than Wagamama’s

 

The long queue outside Japanese eatery, Misato, suggested that the food must be good, yet, looking inside, my confidence waned. Diners were crammed tightly together on basic wooden tables and chairs, and the plain beige walls lining the small space desperately needed some cheering up. It seemed to lack ambience, especially for a Chinatown restaurant. Still, every table was full and diners were chowing down on bountiful portions of sushi, noodle and curry dishes. I decided I had to leave my preconceptions at the door.

Following a twenty-minute wait in the queue, we were seated and quick to order. As the chicken katsu curry promptly arrived at our table, I was alarmed at the presentation. The rice was piled up messily and there was a huge breadcrumbed chicken portion resting on top with a generous drizzle of thick curry sauce. A mixed salad sat beside it all. The meal looked like it had been hastily thrown together by someone eager to clock off from their kitchen duty, but as I looked around, I noticed fellow diners’ dinners appeared in the same fashion.

As I got stuck in, I was pleasantly surprised. The fried chicken was crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, and the curry sauce was flavourful. The salad was dressed well and complemented the flavours with every mouthful.

Misato gives Wagamama’s much-loved chicken katsu curry a run for its money – plus you get almost double the portion for less money (£6). Now the rice did not arrive in a perfectly-formed mound as you would get at Wagamama, but the salad portion was sprawling, and the overall taste of the meal was as good as, if not better than that you get at the restaurant chain.

At Misato, it seems the food is cheap and tasty and the portions are big. Our meal for two came to just £18 (payment is cash-only), with drinks and service included – something that’s often unheard of in London. The queue outside Misato is worth the wait and, as that old saying goes, looks can be deceiving. 

Antipodean floating restaurant to open in Paddington Central

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A brand new floating bar and restaurant, formed of two barges named Darcie and May Green, opens on the Grand Union Canal in Paddington Central on Monday.

It will be open from morning till night every day, and comes from Australian restaurant group Daisy Green Collection, bringing fresh and tasty Antipodean-inspired food – and cocktails too.

Brunchers can look forward to coconut French toast, a fancy bacon roll, an award-winning banana bread sandwich, and a lot of smashed avo on charcoal sourdough.

Lunch-goers can choose from plates such as halloumi fries, sticky beef short ribs, Szechuan soft shell crab and the chicken Parmigiana, alongside lighter options such as the vegan celeriac steak, seared sashimi grade tuna and Asian chicken salad.

The drinks menu includes a raspberry sour, an innovative take on an espresso martini, an array of festive cocktails and warmers. Once the warm weather returns, the top deck will be a lovely spot to enjoy a drink on a balmy day.

The barges are hard to miss, with bold exteriors designed by legendary British pop artist, Peter Blake, but the address you need for Google Maps is: Sheldon Square, Paddington Central, W2 6DS – just a short walk from the buzzing Pergola Paddington Central.

All-you-can-eat sushi in Soho

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Now that you’ve seen the words “all you can eat”, I bet you’re fired up and ready to go. Before you do, here’s the small print: the bill at Sushi Eatery must be paid in cash, you’ve got an hour and a half to be in and out and drinks are paid on top. Now off you go.

It’s the same premise here that you get with the sushi buffet at Sushimania, where you’re given a small card on which to score a tick beside the dishes you want. You can get up to six rounds of the sushi and sashimi dishes, and only one for the hot dishes (featuring tempura dishes, gyoza, calamari and noodles etc), so make your choices wisely – and fast, the clock is ticking.

When we visit on a Thursday evening the place is packed to full with mostly Asian clientele. The food is decent – perhaps not the freshest or the best you’ll taste – but a good way to sample a lot of different things. I tasted something called Japanese butterfish and enjoyed the tuna sashimi and salmon and avocado sushi, washed down with a cup of Japanese tea.

The portions are generous and we just about make it to the fourth round. I don’t think it’s possible to get through more than four rounds, but if you do, you deserve a pat on the back.

The menu is fairly extensive and obviously fish- and meat-heavy. If, like me, you like raw salmon you’ll be happy.

Service is brisk at this small restaurant, which is set over two floors. The seating downstairs consists of long communal tables sunken into the ground – you almost feel as if you’re sitting on the floor (soft cushions are provided) – and it is difficult to elegantly enter or exit the seats; you have been warned.

Sushi Eatery doesn’t accept reservations and the cover price is approximately £20 per person.

If you can’t quite move at the end, you’ve probably got your money’s worth. Good work.

Win a gift card for London’s new “Free Willy” extreme water sports experience

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Thrill-seekers will be able race across London’s Victoria Dock in a high-powered whale-shaped watercraft – a hybrid of a speedboat and submarine – from February next year.

The extreme water sport experience takes place in an 18ft Seabreacher vessel (call it Free Willy, if you like), and can reach speeds of up to 60mph on the surface, and 40mph submerged underneath the water.

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Adrenaline junkies can experience tight turns, doughnut spins, jumps above water (up to six metres above the surface) and more – just tell your pilot how wild or mild you’d like your ride to be, and do put in a request for that Free Willy jump.

The Seabreacher is a millionaire’s toy – costing upwards of £40,000 to buy – so this is your chance to take the plunge and experience a whirlwind ride.

Passenger rides start on 1st February. To win a gift card worth £99 so you can be one of the first to get a ride, simply provide your name and address below by 12th December 2017.

 

One gift card worth £99 is available to win. The winner’s name and address will be shared with Predator Adventures, who will post the voucher to the address specified.

“Dope” times at hip hop brunch

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Don your chunky gold necklace, snapback hat and bandana headband for this daytime party with a hip hop twist.

It’s dubbed “brunch” but what you actually get is a five-hour party session comprising an hour of bottomless booze, a three-course sit-down meal and endless entertainment in a club venue.

Old and new hip hop beats, including the classics from Biggie and Tupac, blare out the speakers as you enter the location, which is kept secret until a few days before the event for added mystique.

There are inflatable boom boxes, microphones, and cardboard cut-outs spread across the venue, which you can stick your head through for Instagram-worthy shots.

The bar is crammed, especially for the first hour, as everybody gets their fill of bottomless booze. Just don’t go overboard and sink a few too many, such that you need to be Ubered home within half an hour (as I have done on a previous occasion).

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Join the queue at the temporary tattoo station where artists will draw hip hop icons on to your body, or sit back and enjoy the music. There’s a talented magician doing the rounds with his tricks to leave you gob-smacked, a beat-boxer comes up on stage, and you all crowd round in awe at his skills. The lively hosts keep things moving: if you’re brave enough to step up to the mic and do some hip hop karaoke, you better get your name down on the list.

Meanwhile, food is being served to your table. We were served a quiche Lorraine for starters, barbecue chicken, fries and slaw for mains and a brioche bun and ice cream for pudding. It was okay – not outstanding – but good. As you may have realised, while most brunches are designed around the food and eating experience, hip hop brunch definitely isn’t – you won’t find any avocado on toast on the pre-set menu – it’s all about the entertainment.

Go in a group and you’ll have your own dedicated area and table, so it really feels like a unique celebration. Go for your birthday and you’ll have your name screamed out by the hosts numerous times, and be called up for  shots on-stage.

The vibe is great: everybody is there to dance, drink and party like it isn’t just 3pm. What’s great is everybody also gets dressed up. You may ask, as I did, what to wear to hip hop brunch. You can always simply rock an all-black ensemble, but if you want to get in the mood, put on a baggy tee or crop top, chunky gold hoop earrings, dungarees, leggings or sweatpants and trainers, if you like.

By now almost everybody is up on their feet, singing and dancing together. A dance troupe puts on a performance, then it’s time for the closing hip hop karaoke, perhaps one of the highlights of the brunch.

The event sadly wraps up at 5pm, although it feels more like 5am as you exit the venue bleary-eyed and struck by daylight. Brave souls carry on the party elsewhere until the early hours. I only made it till 9pm.

Tickets start from £45, and you have to pre-book online.

 

Sri Suwoon is the Thai gem hiding in Pimlico

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Discovering an excellent independent Thai restaurant hidden alone in the quiet residential streets of Pimlico was a bit like finding treasure – I was pleasantly surprised, yet uncertain about who else knows it’s there.

You probably wouldn’t find cosy two-floor restaurant, Sri Suwoon, if you weren’t looking for it (or without Google Maps). It appears that the locals are in on it though, because shortly after we arrive on a Monday evening, the restaurant is nearly full.

Visiting with a bunch of cousins meant we got lots of dishes to share – my favourite way to eat out. For starters, the chilli oyster mushrooms and chilli squid tempura were outstanding – the seasoning is just so and they both had a good crunch. The appetiser selection was generous and included all the classics: chicken satay, prawn toast, spare ribs, prawn tempura and some sort of bean curd patty which was very tasty.

The food crept closer to five-star with the mains: the drunken sea bass was mind-blowing (and that’s coming from someone who isn’t the biggest fan of fish). The chargrilled steak salad was refreshing; the beef pieces melted in my mouth. The vegetarian Thai green curry was perfection in a bowl; it’s as good as that from nearby Thai chain Mango Tree, and £4 cheaper too.

On that note, Sri Suwoon is pretty good value for money: our two-course meal for five people came to £110, approximately £22 each, and it’s just a seven minute walk away from Victoria station. Despite its proximity to this commuter hub, the independent restaurant has a relaxed atmosphere with a local feel.

Our meal really surpassed our expectations; Sri Suwoon is suddenly up there as one of my top five Thai joints in London.

A colourful, feel-good vegetarian dinner at Casita Andina

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Friends and colleagues always swoon at the mention of Peruvian food, so Ceviche and Andina have been knocking around on my restaurant list for a while. I’ve never visited South America and have no knowledge of the cuisine, so I’m not sure what to expect as we arrive at Casita Andina in Soho. It’s a cute and homely little spot, which comes from the makers of both Ceviche and Andina.

We start with a Pisco sour – Peru’s national cocktail – to get us in the mood. Sweet and smooth, it sets us up nicely for what’s next.

To nibble on, we get aubergine fries (good), and avocado fritters dipped in chilli and anchovy salt (outstanding).

The mains are served tapas-style, so we pick a mixture of hot and cold vegetarian dishes. The stand-out is the vegan Puka Picante. It’s a warm beetroot sauce with potato chunks, smoked cheese and herbs. I don’t think the description quite sells it, but it is brilliant and moreish. I also sample the pan-fried hake, which is flaky and light.

Ceviche [raw fish marinated in citrus juices] is perhaps Peru’s most famous dish, and features prominently on the menu, but as my dining companion is vegetarian, we steer clear.

Vegetable-based dishes dressed up in various flavours and marinades soon arrive at our table. All are colourful and have a satisfying mouthfeel. The ceviche de alcachofa, which consists of artichokes, sweet potatoes and black radish in tiger’s milk, has a good kick. But we can’t stomach the gemmas de los Andes, with lettuce and cured radish. It’s an acquired taste.

I feel I may have missed a trick by not trying the real deal ceviche, so I decide I’ll come again.

Our meal comes to £65 for two – in all a nutritious and fresh tasting dinner from which you come away feeling good rather than guilty.

*Swoons*

El Parador is the veggie-friendly tapas joint you’ve been searching for

When a friend suggested we dine at an “insanely good” (his words) family-run tapas restaurant in Mornington Crescent, I didn’t need much more convincing. Giving it a hasty Google a couple of hours before visiting, I was excited to see that El Parador was winning in the reviews too – always rated at four out of five stars, or higher. Needless to say, I arrived with high expectations.

Open since 1988, the restaurant is cosy, split over two floors, with basic décor, and located just a few steps away from Mornington Crescent station. There’s an outdoor terrace, but on the evening we visited in the middle of August (hello, summer?), it was pouring with rain (*rolls eyes*), so it was out of action, but this didn’t dampen my spirits.

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The restaurant only accepts bookings for groups and there were some reservations so we were seated downstairs. Down a narrow staircase, we found a dimly-lit dining room with no actual windows – it felt a bit like a casino as we were oblivious as to when the daylight gave way to darkness, but it’s nice if you want a bit of privacy.

Peering at the menu, I was amazed at how many vegetarian options there were – as many or more than the options for meat eaters or pescatarians, which you don’t get often in tapas joints. Even better, for such a small restaurant, the menu was full of variety.

We started with the house red, which was very good, and came highly recommended by the friendly waiter. We indulged in deliciously garlicky aioli with crusty bread, followed by patatas harra, flavour-packed roasted butternut squash with oregano, garlic and feta (yum), and spinach and cream cheese puff pastry parcels (really good). Whatever you go for, be sure to try the show-stopping pan-friend artichoke hearts. I’m still thinking about how to recreate that at home. For afters, we devoured a slice of creamy cheesecake.

Dining in the downstairs capsule, we lost track of time and managed to while away three hours without noticing.  Despite being tucked away from the main action, we weren’t forgotten about, with attentive and friendly service throughout. The bill came to £66 for two, including service, a worthy price to pay for such a delicious vegetarian meal in central London.

El Parador seems like a bit of a local secret, and yes, it’s definitely worth the hype – just don’t go telling your friends.

Party to the sound of live music at Piano Works

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Pop your dancing shoes on and have some song requests ready for Piano Works, the warehouse bar with an exceptional live band in Farringdon.

It’s not often you walk into a bar and everyone is dancing and singing at the top of their voices, but that is what you find on a Friday at 9pm at Piano Works.

Yes, it gets loud and a little cramped (despite the 400-person capacity), but the atmosphere is great. Plus, the musicians only play the songs requested by the audience, so the playlist is in your hands.

Two pianists are accompanied by a saxophonist, drummer and guitarist on the night we visit, and they play everything from 80s classics to R&B. They don’t shy away from the trickier requests – despite not being familiar to the song, they managed to give a rendition of Trap Queen by Fetty Wap because it was requested by a guest.

This is more than just a piano bar, and it’s buzzing. If you’re after a quiet bar with a pianist tinkling in the corner – probably a better option for a first date – you’re better off going to Piano Kensington.

The drinks at Piano Works are on the pricier side and there are long queues at the bar as the night goes on, but if it’s a feel-good night of music you’re after, this is the place for you.

As soon as you get there, look for a napkin [they double as song request forms], jot down the song you want to hear and perhaps a little message, and pass it on to the band – the earlier you get in your request, the more chance you have of hearing it played. When it comes on, be sure to sing like nobody’s listening…