Harry Leslie Smith - WW2 Veteran, Author, Activist, Rebel, Husband & Father - 1923-2018
For lots of reasons, it is time for me to pack my bags and hit the road again. Some positive, some negative. Here's why...
We flew into Milan about 4pm, whilst listening to our Italian Music Playlist for inspiration and headed straight to our accommodation. We had decided to stay in a luxury hotel for our two nights here and start the trip with a little comfort. Luxury hotels were by no means to be a regular feature on... Continue Reading →
We rolled in at dusk, which is exactly the wrong time to be arriving into Quito. I skimmed over the pages in my Lonely Planet once more and confirmed that the onward public transport from the main Quito bus terminal to the El Giron area was considered too dangerous at night. We opted for a... Continue Reading →
This was the first Loki hostel I’d stayed at and I’d chosen it specifically, as I was in the mood to party. The Lonely Planet I had described it as ‘not for the faint hearted’ and I took this as a glowing endorsement.
How altitude and a near death experience can change you.