Remember when we were young scouting lads and ladettes, and we used to make rafts out of wooden poles, random bits of polystyrene, barrels, and a lot of rope, and row them down the Estuary? Well, in Darwin, "they do it using beer cans":http://www.beercanregatta.org.au/. 2010's is 8th August :). textile 2010-02-20T12:18:47Z 1 326 501 Document 2010-02-20T12:18:47Z 46800 2010-02-20T12:18:47Z I love microstates, so when we planned our trip from Spain to Morocco I was determined to visit Gibraltar. textile 2010-02-14T09:58:01Z 1 325 498 Document 2010-02-14T09:58:01Z 46800 2010-02-14T09:58:01Z We arrived in Granada in the afternoon, having taken the bus over as it was cheaper than train, but there wasn't so much to see out the window - dusty plains, more endless fields of old olive trees, occasionally new olive trees, less commonly still stubble burn-offs which I presume mean they run a cycle to control disease. The towns along the route didn't look like they have much going for them these days, high in the hills and appearing full of white walls, old landrovers, and not a lot else. Granada looked interesting though - the city centre had wide streets, old buildings, trees, lots of people. textile 2010-02-07T12:42:08Z 1 324 493 Document 2010-02-07T12:42:08Z 46800 2010-02-07T12:42:08Z I'm not sure if you've noticed, but "some people have far too much free time":http://209.213.121.56.nyud.net/. Even supports the MS-DOS Prompt! textile 2010-01-26T11:45:33Z 1 323 492 Document 2010-01-26T11:45:33Z 46800 2010-01-26T11:45:33Z You can add "biweekly" to the list of words that are now unusable: in some parts of the world it has come to mean twice a week, whereas "apparently":http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/biweekly it originally meant every two weeks. All a bit rubbish really. A quick googling found I'm not the only person who thinks that "we should have diweekly":http://www.inkandbeans.com/2008/04/biweekly-useless-word.html (language NSFW) for the former and biweekly for the latter, but I don't see it happening. textile 2010-01-24T07:57:41Z 1 322 491 Document 2010-01-24T07:57:41Z 46800 2010-01-24T07:57:41Z It was early afternoon when our train from Madrid rolled into Córdoba, and it was baking hot outside. We caught the bendy bus from the station in the modern commercial town down to the old town. With a bit of GPS loving we got off at the right street, which had jasmine spilling over walls and was lined with the most fragrant orange trees I'd ever smelt - and we quickly found our hotel. textile 2010-01-09T12:25:06Z 1 321 490 Document 2010-01-09T12:25:06Z 46800 2010-01-09T12:25:06Z