“The greatest sadness of all is to forget how to play” is a quote I have long admired. Determined to keep my playful spirit alive and well I arrived on Reunion Island with nothing before me except a whole Pandora’s Box of adventures to unpack. For a few days of carefree fun this island seemed like just the ticket.
Paris, Milan, London, New York, Simon’s Town – one need not look much further than our own backyard for a taste of the good life.
The Silo District is the elegantly edgy new enclave of Cape Town’s famed V&A Waterfront. Cities come alive when creative forms of reimagining take place around their older or more rougher edges, and the Silo District is one of these.
About three hours into the flight, my wife was woken by a commotion at the back of the plane and noticed that our satchel-clinging companion was no longer at our side.
Every city needs a centre point as its soul, and seeing as Geneva is built on the shores of one of the largest freshwater lakes in Europe, you won’t have any difficulty finding this one. The city has the historic old town on the left shore and the international town on the right, with the picturesque lake always in the centre.
Like something out of a Lord of the Rings novel, the mountains loom large in front of us. Shrouded in cloud they appear other-worldy; a playground for monsters and fairies and grand adventures. And it is adventure we are seeking, although hopefully more of the snow and skiing variety and less of the mystical creatures sort.
