Nick Fryer

Month: June 2017

  • Europe 4 – Llibertat

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    Plans to take the boys to the Tibidabo fun park come immediately undone as the damn place doesn’t open until tomorrow. After some googling for alternatives, I am set free to wander the streets of Barcelona without either of Messrs Let or Hindrance, nor wife neither. My day off. I stopped to open the hotel…

  • Europe 3 – Knackered 

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    Seeing the city you’re visiting had to be better than hurtling through a black tube, right? Right, so let’s make the kids walk a couple of kilometres first thing. Ooh look, Gaudí. Queue to see inside though, so nah. Repeat. Audio: Calle de la Libretaria, Barcelona In the meantime, we discover things. Every hundred metres…

  • Europe 2 – We Have Come Down

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    After chasing us all night, the sun finally caught up with us as we descended into Dubai, where I had cleverly left us about nine hours to pop in to the city and get my first ever look at a Gulf state. Starting before dawn, during Ramadan. There will have been less successful military campaigns…

  • Europe 1 – We Have Lift Off

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    It’s a long journey, from Willunga to Adelaide Airport, by public transport and mother-in-law. The 10pm flight started at 4.30pm, at bus stop 99, Aldinga Road. As good a place as any to shoot for the moon. Bus then train. I watched Seb, who is certain of his own indestructibility, pick out some music on…

  • Petering Out

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    The Arch Window number 33, in which we take stock of our fellow voters, taste and season as required.