This week’s Colour Vision feature took me back to China, a country that I immersed myself in for two months (three, if you consider Tibet). Was it the colour of a political movement? Was it the colour of emotion? Find out as I unlock the regal tone of 663366.
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Can travel insurance be cool? No. Travel insurance is, by its very design, one of the more resented aspects of travel. We complain about buying it, and when it expires, we complain that we did. But there’s one travel insurance company which has drawn a line in the sand, embraced the travel community and celebrated the movement. Continue reading ‘Win! With World Nomads Travel Insurance’
Continuing the weekly feature of colour vision, a piece of creative writing which explores the emotions and recollections embodied within a randomly selected colour
Every four years the World Cup brushes aside the world headlines. Oil spills become washed onto the sidelines. Elections become booed off the pitch. And wars are waged over just 90 minutes. As travellers, the World Cup reaps more reward than any other world event. It dazzles the world media, producing some of the most complete travel guides available and fast-tracking our knowledge of the chosen nation. However, if we swap goals for tourists, which country takes the glory?
The following block is a test base for a new feature idea. I’d like to relate the joy of colour to the art of travel. As a writer, colour is a powerful tool. As a traveller, colour is a loyal friend. Each week I’ll scoop a new colour out of the colour wheel, and scrape it onto your screen with a few chosen words on what that particular colour relates to, with regards my past three years of perpetual travel.
I was shuffling through central Wellington yesterday when I came across a concept-store called FREE STORE. If the words FREE and STORE have got you giddy, and you want to rush off without reading the rest of my post; you’ll find it at 38 Ghuznee Street. Be quick. It closes its doors in two days.
Bungy jumping is a rite of passage for today’s travellers. The height of the bungy jump, is effectively your travel penis: Mine’s bigger than yours. Mine was more beautiful. Mine went wrong. Mine splashed me. However, such mighty adventure sports can come at extremely high prices, and bruise even the tightest budget. Take your phallus in hand, and discover where the cheapest bungy jump in the world is.
