Daniel Cann - Travel

Cyprus I will always have a strong affection for the Mediterranean, with its clear blue sea, its craggy islands and warm climate it is the perfect place to unwind and get away from it all. This time I was going to a place where you could have the best of both Worlds: action and peace. Cyprus is known as the �Land of Copper� because of the large deposits of copper ore found there. The island also has strong links to the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite. It has endured a turbulent past notably i...

�Apparently there�s this place in Ireland where every year they crown a goat king and party for three days solid.� So my friend Rob informed that early summer afternoon. We were sat in a Cornish pub and swapping travel stories as well as trying to ge...

I had been to Mexico a few years earlier as part of a World trip. I now found myself bound for that colourful and vibrant country again. The last time was spent in the Northern and middle parts of the country. This time I would be based in the Yucata...

How the Stag in Prague became The Night on Brighton

(Or �Here�s to Al Pacino!�) Getting married is a �big� step to take and when my friend Andy R invited me and a crowd of others to celebrate his upcoming Stag in Prague I jumped at the chance. Providence had other ideas for us as the day before w...

I can remember it clearly now when my friend Andrew �Dave� G invited me to join him and his mates from Winkleigh A.F.C. on a trip down to Newquay in Cornwall one summer. �Fine,� I thought �should be a laugh down there.� Newquay was getting a reputa...

[54] Reflections of a Backpacker: Niagara Falls and Journey's End

It was time to see the final fantastic sight of the World trip: Niagara Falls. The people on our tour bus were a friendly bunch and everyone mixed well. The driver was from Peru, I befriended a couple from Brazil, and there was a Welsh couple and s...

[53] Reflections of a Backpacker: Toronto

After an early stopover at Detroit and at immigration we finally crossed the border into Canada, our final country of our journey around the World before returning home. Driving through Kitchener and London my first impressions of Canada were of a ...

[52] Reflections of a Backpacker: The Windy City

I did not get a chance to see what the State of Wisconsin was like as we drove through it at night and early morning. I�m sure the State famous for producing cheese is a pleasant one but time was running out on our journey now. We arrived at the...

[51] Reflections of a Backpacker: The Twin Cities

After bidding our host, Mike farewell in the morning we boarded the Greyhound bus that would take us to Minneapolis where I had earlier arranged to meet Delana and her sister Tiffani. As I understood through letters and phone calls we would be stay...

[50] Reflections of a Backpacker: Badlands

I woke up to a magnificent sunrise in Wyoming. Not a bad way to start your day. Once we crossed over the State line into South Dakota I noticed how green the land was with forests and rocks. There were not many people but I did not mind this at all...

[49] Reflections of a Backpacker: Good Times in Colorado

I found myself being shown around the impressive Colorado University campus by Nathan on my first evening in Boulder. The place had a friendly buzz about it and I noticed there were lots of healthy good looking sporty and outdoor types on the campu...

[48] Reflections of a Backpacker: Things to do in Denver...

I woke up the next day with one thought on my mind: Get to �Melbourne Hostel.� My first night in Denver had been interesting thanks to staying in a hostel right next to a police station! Because I had arrived late I did not have much time to work o...

[47] Reflections of a Backpacker: In The Sniper's Nest

This time my Greyhound bus journey from San Antonio to Dallas was, thankfully, uneventful. I arrived at Dallas just after 4pm allowing myself just enough time to fulfil another personal ambition before catching the 6.30pm bus to Colorado Springs. A...

[46] Reflections of a Backpacker: Fun in San Antonio

I set off early that morning with Steve eager to see what San Antonio had to offer. It was great to explore a foreign city with someone from back home. In fact I was warming to the idea of staying in San Antonio for a while, it had the right blend ...

[45] Reflections of a Backpacker: Return to the Lone Star State

My bus from Mexico City at last reached its destination of Matamoros in the early hours. Several armed Mexican border guards dressed in military fatigues and looking more like soldiers than police boarded the bus. They checked our passports then wa...

[44] Reflections of a Backpacker: The Place of the Gods and the Parting of the Ways

Its not much fun sweating out a fever on your own thousands of miles away from home, but you have to deal with whatever hand fate has dealt you. I woke up in the Hotel �Bamer� feeling weak but much improved from the following day. After yet another...

[43] Reflections of a Backpacker: Guadalajara and Mexico City

At 11.15am we began an eight-hour bus journey to Guadalajara. The scenery became more lush and green. Mexico was not the arid, barren desert portrayed in the movies! It was quite humid and even with the air conditioning on we were pretty uncomforta...

[42] Reflections of a Backpacker: The Copper Canyon and Deeper into the Interior

It was a 5.15am start. It had to be if we were going to catch the Copper Canyon train to Los Mochis. The grumpy taxi driver dropped us off and wordlessly pocketed our tip (I suppose not everyone is at their best at that time of the day!) We treated...

[41] Reflections of a Backpacker: South of the Border

We had travelled through three States in one day: Arizona, New Mexico and Texas. One of the places was Lincoln County, made famous by Billy the Kid. It was not too difficult to imagine cowboys riding their horses and driving cattle through here ove...

[40] Reflections of a Backpacker: Family Vacation US Style

We were in a convoy of Karen�s car and Dave�s huge RV. I watched the Californian scenery go by with a slightly fuzzy head and through bleary eyes after a late night of drinking and merriment. How Karen and Dave were able to drive was a mystery to m...

[39] Reflections of a Backpacker: Out in LA and Three Men in a Boat

I remember waking up in Dave�s house in Monrovia on the outskirts of Los Angeles at about 9am after sleeping for twelve and a half hours. I was still feeling disorientated and jet lagged after our flight from New Zealand but the sleep in secure, co...