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Santa Ana: Ginger

The mirrored walls make every table a corner-seat at Ginger, Plaza Santa Ana’s trainee-chef restaurant, where the food is as experimental as the service, and both offer a refreshing difference from the fashionably cynical aspect in which this area of

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Santa Ana: Ginger

The mirrored walls make every table a corner-seat at Ginger, Plaza Santa Ana’s trainee-chef restaurant, where the food is as experimental as the service, and both offer a refreshing difference from the fashionably cynical aspect in which this area of

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Refusing to budge(t)

Madrid Barajas is not the most comfortable of airports, I should know, I’ve slept in enough of them. However, last week was the first time I did so without having planned it. I won’t go into specific details of what

easyJet4

Refusing to budge(t)

Madrid Barajas is not the most comfortable of airports, I should know, I’ve slept in enough of them. However, last week was the first time I did so without having planned it. I won’t go into specific details of what

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19/03: Wheely helpful

where: East and Western Africa how it works: ignorance Driving through a small town, you may be flagged down by a helpful-seeming individual who want to point out that something is wrong with your car. The problem is usually something

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19/03: Wheely helpful

where: East and Western Africa how it works: ignorance Driving through a small town, you may be flagged down by a helpful-seeming individual who want to point out that something is wrong with your car. The problem is usually something

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See Madrid, the right way

Visit me in Madrid (don’t) and I will almost immediately march you downstairs to the market I’ve been writing about recently. I’ll stroll you past the best of the weirdest produce on offer, plonk you on a stool at the

Or Mickey, or Winnie the Pooh, or whatever...

See Madrid, the right way

Visit me in Madrid (don’t) and I will almost immediately march you downstairs to the market I’ve been writing about recently. I’ll stroll you past the best of the weirdest produce on offer, plonk you on a stool at the