Cool jazz on vinyl, cheap booze, a haze of retro cigarette smoke and not a bearded hipster in sight. What’s not to like about a Tokyo jazz kissa!

Bucharest to Budapest via Timisoara on a 1960s East German sleeper train. No bespoke carriages, no celebrity chef and no hole in my credit card at the end of the journey.

Most tourists on a Beatles pilgrimage to Liverpool end up at the Cavern. Make the extra effort and go to the Casbah Coffee Club to see where Beatlemania really started

Men and solo travel just don’t seem to go together

Crazy drivers and crazy cruisers