It breaks my heart. I normally have nothing but reserved praise for Cobblers Tavern, my local Falcon haunt that I use a lot, but what I just ate was nothing short of gravel posing as pie.
Go to the Cape Lodge Sierra Leone if you have to! Where to begin? This is not a hotel. It is a convenience in a place where few alternatives exist. It is an overpriced motel that lives off historical prestige that the current owners thrive off and milk you for. But it does have a
I simply cannot believe that a brand like Virgin Airlines would ever want any one of their customers, (let alone their pool staff), to be housed at this bug-riddled piece of guano. And now, suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder from my experience at this hotel, this is what I have to say…
This is the second time in my life (outside of being in Bali or Thailand) that I have plucked up the metrosexual courage to get my nails done and I wasn’t even dragged out screaming by the wife either. I was proud to tag along and show my support on an otherwise very non-manly excursion
