Going anywhere: Australian mystery holidays are back from the 1990sNovelty trips to unknown destinations have become a surprise hit for airlines and travel agents, as all travel remains uncertain ‘A 1990s travel trend recently rebooted with a not-very-1990s pricetag.’ Photograph: Jupiterimages/Getty Images
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If, like me, you fancy becoming a slow adventurer, I recommend the finest, not the fastest route. Pause on your journey to marvel at intimate encounters with wildlife or discover more about a place, its people and its heritage. Allow yourself quality time to sit under a tree or on a clifftop and take in your surroundings. But most importantly, remember to smile, breathe, and adventure slowly. Sussex, South East Rockpooling at Birling Gap The UK boasts numerous rockpooling locations, where the ebbing tide leaves behind deep pools, each teeming with marine life. Peering into them reveals a fascinating world, often without any need to scoop a hand or container through the water. As you nudge some seaweed to one side, a fish, perhaps a goby or a blenny, dashes to safety deep beneath a rocky overhang, while scores of dark red, jellylike blobs of beadlet anemones cling to dry rocks around the pools. How to do it All you need is knowledge of the tide times and some non-slip footwear that you don’t mind getting wet. I opted for Birling Gap, a sand and shingle beach on the unspoilt East Sussex coastline.
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People trying to leave England without travel form face £200 fine Extra police patrolling ports and airports will have right to see three-page document from Monday Terminal 5 of Heathrow airport in December. Overseas travellers from England need to fill out a declaration to travel form from Monday. Photograph: Niklas Halle’n/AFP/Getty Images
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With its borders opening to vaccinated travellers on May 1, family favourite Cyprus could now be one of the first places we can travel to. But beware. Travelling with kids in tow amid travel uncertainty has its moments. As Claire Irvin found out… 1. You’ll need to keep your options open As a travel journalist, there have been many experiences I’ve looked forward to sharing with my family. #MyFirstPandemic certainly wasn’t one of them. On the upside, we certainly travelled the globe together in planning last October’s half term break – from our abandoned attempt to visit friends in the States, to a last-minute cancellation to Sicily, when borders closed days before we were due to leave, to leaving a man overboard when work got in the way of daddy’s long coveted annual leave (thanks Covid). With Turkey and Crete also options, we’d had numerous holidays in our heads without even leaving the front room. With the hours ticking even faster than my list of no gos (Turkey got caught fixing its figures, Crete predicted 12°C and rain all week), Cyprus emerged as a front runner. Even with a new amber listing, the island seemed to be doing a good job of managing its cases, and was testing on arrival too (what joy, the kids, aged under 12 were exempt) – the only question was why we hadn’t been as a family before. Cyprus has been the scene of many personal firsts. First holiday without my parents. First (of many) girls trips. First work trip. First sunshine holiday with my now husband. Why not “first trip under restrictions”, too? 2. You’re going to need back up With my energy flagging, it was time to call in expert help from tour operator Sovereign Luxury Travel. Previously filed in my head as a holiday “nice to have”, in a world that doesn't make sense, tour operators absolutely do. And with many now offering unprecedented booking flexibility (Sovereign, for example, has also launched two new initiatives in response to the pandemic: Travel with Confidence and Book with Confidence), it’s their expert support that comes into its own when baffling policy changes and tricksy administration mean you need to pivot your holiday plans. They addressed the “where” (three options for family luxury of the type I’d outlined), the “how” (no-nonsense instructions on timing and booking testing, and a simple checklist for required paperwork) and the “why” (from making soothing noises to the “should we even be doing this” niggles that had begun to feature in my frazzled thoughts).
Last year was the unlikeliest for a long-time singleton like myself to end up in a relationship. Like most, I hardly left the house after the announcement of lockdown last March, let alone the country. But there were those fleeting few months of freedom towards the end of summer when we were permitted to venture beyond the borders of our own kingdom, and given the rare absence of tourists on the Greek island of Santorini, a picture-perfect magnet for ghastly influencers, which I’d always avoided for that very reason, I seized my opportunity to travel. I met Julius, a German helicopter pilot working there for a season, through a series of flukes, and via his colleague Philipp, who found me on Instagram and invited me on a scenic air tour; presumably mistaking me for an influencer. Philipp invited me on a dawn flight. I hate mornings, and I knew I’d be cutting it fine with timings given I had an important call scheduled straight after landing, but after several months of living under house arrest, I was stuffed to the gills with pent-up carpe diem, and so I accepted. Julius was lingering at the helipad when I arrived sleepily the next morning, and struck up a jovial conversation with me while Philipp prepared the helicopter. I dislike small talk about as much as I dislike early mornings, but none the less, it was one of those rare interactions with a stranger in which your brain, somehow sensing it might be important further down the line, sticks a pin in to remember the moment. The flight was thrilling and the aftermath stressful; I couldn’t get reception on my phone for the call, so Philipp rushed us to the nearest place with reliable Wi-Fi: the house he shared with Julius and another pilot. I got chatting with Julius again just as I was leaving. “I’ve got a plus-one for dinner later at a very fancy restaurant, if anyone wants to join,” I said, uncharacteristically for someone so accustomed to being alone; lobbing out the invitation in no particular direction, but very much hoping Julius would be the one to catch it. He did.