Shhhh! A former PR’s guide to luxury hotels (and fake reviews)

I used to work in luxury hotel public relations. Those who claim it’s all about jetting from hotel to hotel with Champagne breath journalists would be… errrr… mostly right. After a horrendous experience in Angola, I chose to move back to the UK and focus on a job which I’d love. Travel PR suited me well, the team I worked…
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Travel with preschool age children

When asked an expat mum said to Santa that she’d like a purple unicorn for Christmas. ‘Don’t be silly’, Santa replied, ‘there’s no such thing’. ‘OK’, said the mum, ‘I’ll have a relaxing flight back home with the kids then’. ‘Umm… let me see about that unicorn’, said Santa. I recently survived the flight from hell with our two preschoolers.…
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‘Oi, Fatty!’ and other Latin American terms of endearment

Recently I read a debate on a Brazilian forum about the use of ‘gordito‘ (fatty) as a term of endearment. It turns out that the phrase is in common use here in Chile too. At the supermarket, I heard a mother shout to her child ‘hey fatty, get over here,’ before plonking a big kiss on his forehead. I’ve also…
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Santiago traffic – the scariest (but most efficient) in the world?

We left Santiago airport just before 12pm. At 12pm we were with our driver on the road. It was a few moments later that if I hadn’t been so tired and sick, I would have been petrified for our lives. We were approaching traffic head on. Our driver refused to move, explaining that the cars opposite us would make room.…
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