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		<title>Istria, Croatia and Slovenia</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gavin Greene]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2025 08:14:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It’s very easy to focus on a specific country when planning a trip &#8211; you pick a country and work out what to...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our plan was to explore the whole peninsula, taking in a little of each country, eating the local food, pottering around sleepy villages and playing cards in smoky mountaintop caf&eacute;s. The small coastal town of Rovinj in Croatia was our first stop, a picture&#x2d;perfect terracotta roofed town jutting out into the Mediterranean. It was the end of September when we arrived, and the summer&rsquo;s days had&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Belgrade, Serbia</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gavin Greene]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2025 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve got a good friend called Collins who lives from city to city in Eastern Europe. I rarely know exactly where he is,...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now it&rsquo;s fair to say that Belgrade isn&rsquo;t a particularly pretty city. It&rsquo;s quite grey, graffiti&#x2d;strewn and full of concrete buildings. But I grew to really like the place. Day one started exactly how a minibreak should, with some tiny coffees, a plate of cevapi and a wander around Belgrade Fortress. We eventually found Collins and went for some afternoon beers for a proper catch&#x2d;up before the&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Pelion, Greece</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gavin Greene]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2025 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Pelion peninsula is mostly unknown to people outside of Greece. But an enticing write-up by travel writer Dana Facaros in The Times...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had booked a small apartment up in the hills over the small village of Afissos, and met our host in the village square to follow his 4&times;4 up into the mountains, our little rental car whining up the hill in first gear. Every so often I felt brave and changed up into second gear, before we&rsquo;d shudder to a halt, forcing me back into first. The gearbox smelt of sprouts for the rest of the trip.</p>
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		<title>Skopelos, Greece</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gavin Greene]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2025 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let’s be clear from the very beginning. Mamma Mia is a dreadful film. Half of the cast can’t sing, and the other half...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We landed at Thessaloniki, picked up a hire car and headed a few hours south to the port of Volos for the night. The next morning we rose early and boarded the first ferry to Skopelos, left the car and I headed up to the deck to soak up the sea air while Nicola snoozed on a bench. As I breathed it all in, I spotted a few dolphins leaping out of the water, crossing just behind the boat.</p>
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		<title>Istanbul, Turkey</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gavin Greene]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2020 11:35:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Whenever Nicola and I have been to eastern Europe, we always comment how much we enjoy the Ottoman architecture, coffee, food and arts....]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had booked a few nights at the Galata Istanbul Hotel MGallery, just on the edge of Beyo?lu. A converted bank, the hotel opened about a year ago and promised a great breakfast buffet, views over the old town, and a comfortable bed, all for a fairly reasonable price. The area of Beyoglu also came highly&#x2d;recommended, as the home of good restaurants, bars and life away from the tourist traps.</p>
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		<title>Budapest, Hungary</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gavin Greene]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2019 13:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A few months back, I got engaged to Nicola. While this is obviously great, the even better news is that this meant a...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It turns out my friends are terrible at keeping secrets, so seventeen of us arrived at London Gatwick, and I pretended to be shocked that we were going to Budapest. I&rsquo;d never been to Hungary, so wasn&rsquo;t really sure what to expect. And it turns out it&rsquo;s a beautiful place. For some reason, I had expected Eastern European, communist&#x2d;style stark concrete architecture. But the long tree&#x2d;lined streets&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Berlin, Germany</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gavin Greene]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2019 12:30:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We arrived early at Gatwick airport, where Andy was promptly given a T-shirt with &#8216;I LOVE EMILY&#8217; splashed across the front. He does;...]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A few hours later, the seven of us arrived in Berlin to make the most of Andy&rsquo;s last days of freedom before the shackles of marriage closed around his ankles. Or whatever shackles do. Our first activity was a trip around Berlin on a beer bike, an unwieldy but somehow roadworthy vehicle with a set of pedals for everyone, and a local chap in charge of steering. On one side of the bike a beer&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Bruges, Belgium</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gavin Greene]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2019 13:30:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I seem to have somehow ended up in an inescapable but excellent routine of a weekend away every time Nicola has a birthday....]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For a few months, Nicola&rsquo;s friend Rosie and I had been secretly plotting to whisk the birthday girl off for a surprise weekend away. The plan was for Rosie and her husband Darren to surprise Nicola at the station, then we would all board the Eurostar for a few days in Belgium. Nicola and I arrived early at St. Pancras, and after a brief argument where I tried to buy four croissants and was&#8230;</p>
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