I was asked the other day what I could recommend as a gift for someone going travelling. It took me a while to think about it as there are so many different ways people travel.
I’ve come up with the following items that I think would be useful, for men and women, whether they are backpacking, cruising, sipping champers on a balcony overlooking the Amalfi coast, or riding festering buses in SE Asia.
1. Silk sleeping bag liner (even if they’re not going anywhere near a sleeping bag)
I’m not talking bulky cotton or polyester sateen here. urgh…static! No. I’m talking real silk. I’ve had mine for over ten years (sorry, can’t remember the brand) and it always travels with me. It is so, so useful. Continue reading →
I’ve put luxury in quotes for a reason. If I was back home these items wouldn’t be on my luxury list, but when you’re travelling what counts as luxury takes on a whole new meaning. Examples are: a flushing toilet (if you can sit on it, even better), a shower that actually gets you wet and doesn’t hurt you, bedding that doesn’t have the imprint of the previous occupant, or their hair! I know, I’m fussy.
Me, sporting the Glam Glow Mud Mask
I’ve read lots of blogs of people who travel (it seems) with nothing but a Lush solid shampoo bar. I’m afraid I’m just not like that. At home, I had a bathroom cabinet chock-full of moisturisers, oils, masks, cleansers, serums etc. I’ve struggled to leave that life behind, so I keep a little bit of it with me in the form of these products. There are other products I thought about adding, such as face masks, (despite my experience in Bali) but they’re not a luxury, they’re an essential! Below are three things I guess I could go without but choose not too, despite being on the road.
When you walk ‘air side’ at Bali airport you are suddenly surrounded by luxury products. It’s as if you’ve walked into a mini Selfridges beauty hall, with a handbag hall around the corner. It’s a sea of luxury. With few staff in the beauty section. Which is not a criticism.
A sea of luxury, with barely a soul around. So not sure quite why I couldn’t take a decent photo of it.
In the UK you’d be hard pushed to get your mitts on many of these products without first having to jockey with a stern counter assistant. Whose sole role is to make you feel that, only minutes before arriving at the counter, you crawled out of a KFC bucket in a gutter. But here it was, for all to use. However, it came at a price for me. Continue reading →