We ventured over to Lido by ferry. This thin strip of land protects Venice from the Adriatic Sea. It had the feel of a seaside town shut down for winter (largely because it was a seaside town shut down for winter). It’s a curious place, there’s a broad range of architectural styles from hotels that resemble the “The Grand Budapest Hotel” to residencies that would befit Kim Jong Il’s holiday home.
If you haven’t been… it’s exactly as you imagine it. Every street is a picture. Travelling the 8 miles from the mainland to Venice by boat took longer than the 1000 mile flight from the UK. Food and drink, as you would expect, are pricey.
My pals from WRG sent me to Doha to work on some great design projects. Always exciting to work somewhere new and they looked after me very well. The view from my West Bay apartment was stunning by day, or night.
I never knew you could get from Demark to Sweden in 35 minutes by train. It’s all possible thanks to the Oresund Bridge, made famous by the TV crime drama ‘The Bridge’.
This art installation in Copenhagen encourages expression by allowing the audience to flip coloured doors, like giant pixels, to create a message. This has been reappropriated by visitors whom have taken to writing messages on the doors.
Birthday pilgrimage to the Porsche Museum in Stuttgart. A great weekend. I’d recommend the Mercedes Museum too.
Just missing the F1 race by a few days, we sauntered around the harbour. It’s a great location for architecture – lots of outlandish structures including the worlds only double helix bridge and this lotus shaped building, the ArtScience Museum.
Having left all the traveling research to Carol (my other-half), I arrived at Singapore Zoo with no preconceptions at all. Turns out it’s pretty special. For a start many of the animals appear to be roaming around uncaged.
Obviously the nasty critters like the crocodiles and Komodo dragons are kept at a safe distance from the visitors, but it’s all done so cleverly there appears to be little between you and the animals.
Oamaru, New Zealand, is a funny place. It seems to be willingly stuck in the Victorian era. Whiskey is sold by the barrel, men occasionally can be seen in bowler hats and a Penny Farthing can be found parked outside one of the beautiful old shops in it’s main street.
Steam Punk HQ, based in Oamaru, is no less quirky. It consists of two dark rooms in a dilapidated old building and a external yard. I fear that many will be disappointed having parted with $10 (NZ) per head, but the yard does make a great location for photos (sadly they won’t let you take photos in the dimly lit interior).
To say that Milford Sound, on the south island of New Zealand, is remote is a little of an understatement. The road going to it (there is only one) is a two hour drive. At the end of the road you really have to take to the water to explore it.
We decided kayaking was the best option. The scale of the place is hard to comprehend. Mountain heights and water depths are all measured in mind-boggling numbers.