Andrew Potter uses a holiday to Turkey to take an app-y break from his smartphone and other electronic devices.

Ewan McDonald tries his hand at sand-surfing, dune-riding and more at Tangalooma, Queensland.

If you haven’t been to the capital of South Australia, you might be surprised by how cute it actually is.

Sick of shopping and Surfers? Budget-friendly Port Stephens in NSW is packed with marine attractions, says Lucy Bennett.

Norway's snow hotel is a truly seasonal venue, writes Andrea Kitay.

From fair Verona, where we lay our scene, to Mantua, Padua and Rome, Shakespeare was fascinated by Italy.

Justine Tyerman flies Emirates Flight EK 122 Istanbul to Dubai.

Sequestered in the battlements of Castle Mandawa, Paul Rush dreams of his best exotic marigold hotel.

Poor but sexy - you can't argue with Berlin's unofficial slogan. Although it doesn't possess the wealth of other German cities, it has sultry charms.

Ewan McDonald hangs out in a city that he usually passes through, and gets a different perspective.

Deborah Telford plunges into polishing up her command of French with practical lessons in a Provence village.

Australia's festival state throws a giant bash in praise of verbal variety, as Jon Bridges discovers.

Cretans hold the secret to longevity ... and their hospitality is the stuff of legends, as Justine Tyerman discovers.

Danielle Wright discovers the colours of Fiji on a muddy boat tour up the Nahigatoka River.

Two words go far in Japan's ski towns, finds Kieran Nash.

Armed with the traditional Aboriginal greeting of a gum leaf, Jon Bridges is set to discover Melbourne on two wheels.

P.K. Stowers takes the scenic route to the Cape of Good Hope at the southern tip of the African continent.

Andrew Potter flies Ryanair from London's Stansted to Stockholm (well, almost).

“When you figure out your suitcase, you figure out your life,” said fashion designer Diane von Furstenberg recently. Here are five tips to get you on your way.

This feels like a joke in the making but there we were, a Kiwi, an Australian, an American and a Pom standing round a remote cafe on the Greek island of Kos.

We passed each other like strangers on a city street, the shark heading back out to sea, me finning through a gap in the coral reef towards the beach.

Horst Heinz Grimm explores a watery underground cathedral in Istanbul.