True luxury — a whole aisle / Image: Adobe Stock
Sneakiest travel tip?
Japanese supermarkets would make most bucket lists and they resonate in a peculiar way. The ones in Tokyo and Osaka open onto aisles that can only be described as having a sense of the infinite about them, and you might never consider a packet of Monster Munch again when faced with a carton of squishy dried sea pineapple or tub of snackable, deep-fried baby crabs. Closer to home, I’m a sucker for German supermarkets because of the unsurpassable beer selection. On every visit, most recently in the Black Forest near Freiburg, I am Alice visiting Wonderland and leave with enough €2 brews to turn me into a pilsner-charged Mad Hatter.
Best foreign supermarket?
Pickin' up beer at the local German supermarket / Image: Adobe Stock
Japanese supermarkets would make most bucket lists and they resonate in a peculiar way. The ones in Tokyo and Osaka open onto aisles that can only be described as having a sense of the infinite about them, and you might never consider a packet of Monster Munch again when faced with a carton of squishy dried sea pineapple or tub of snackable, deep-fried baby crabs. Closer to home, I’m a sucker for German supermarkets because of the unsurpassable beer selection. On every visit, most recently in the Black Forest near Freiburg, I am Alice visiting Wonderland and leave with enough €2 brews to turn me into a pilsner-charged Mad Hatter.
Favourite bizarre museum?
Wohl Pathology Museum – one to visit before your lunch
Edinburgh has more than its fair share of world-class museums and ghoulish attractions. Yet what really twists the mind at Edinburgh‘s Surgeons’ Hall Museums is the Wohl Pathology Museum, which is home to one of the world’s most important cabinets of curiosities. Cue a book made from human skin, a grisly death mask and spine-bending anatomical tools, plus all sorts of freaky body parts preserved in jars. For some, it’s a little too much to take.
Best odd local tradition?
If there's anything Mike adores, it's schwingen / Image: Charlie Clift
Switzerland is more traditional than many might think. In the mountains, they obsess over schwingen – or Swiss Alpine wrestling (which I wrote about for an easyJet Traveller article in 2019) – where, when a wrestler wins, they choose between a hefty winner’s purse or a dairy cow. Then there’s Jura’s absinthe festival and Fasnacht, the medieval Easter carnival, when locals from Basel to Lucerne dress in absurdly macabre masks. Arguably, the most bizarre tradition of the lot, though, is the Silvesterklaus of Appenzell, which sees farmers parade through villages in costumes made of twigs and wearing ornately-embroidered, battery-lit headgear to chase evil spirits away at the start of New Year. Needs to be seen to be believed.
Best foreign date night?
Aman Venice overlooking the Grand Canal / Image: Aman
Venice. Made even more swit-swoo and swanky after first riding the Orient Express from Brussels, then checking-in at the Aman Venice overlooking the Grand Canal to discover that George and Amal Clooney had tied the knot at the hotel the week before. It’s OK, you can hate me now.
Best boat ride?
Reykjavík's Old Harbour by day (the Lights come out at night, natch) / Image: Adobe Stock
Reykjavík‘s Old Harbour in Iceland was the best place in the world to be for one night a few years ago. The winter sky stretched over a chart of pinprick stars and beneath it I was onboard a high-seas, aurora-watching cruise to set the mind racing. Is there a more unusual, more rewarding, way to see Iceland’s world-renowned Northern Lights? Not in my book. You can easily believe here, as shards of luminous red and green rain down, that you are in the company of an Icelandic god, witnessing something close to Valhalla.
The single item would you never travel without?
NEVER travel without headphones / Image: Adobe Stock
I travel light, ridiculously so at times, with one or two outfits for every occasion. This risky attitude has left me in shorts and sandals at Annapurna Base Camp in Nepal and completely underdressed at five-star hotels in Rome, Munich and Copenhagen, in scruffy Converse and a Primark t-shirt. So I won’t dole out any fashion advice.
And while I’d love to say something swashbuckling like a bushcraft knife, star map, or alethiometer, the far more mundane answer is a set of headphones. Sure, the music I listen to never has anything to do with where I’m visiting (my playlist this month includes Kae Tempest, Big Thief, Fleet Foxes, Bill Fay), but afterwards these songs act as sonic hooks, with the right chorus plucking me out of the present and dropping me somewhere else, half a world away, into a perfect moment of nostalgia.