We visit one of Thailand’s least-visited islands in search of some peace and quiet. And all we had to do to get there was take an eight hour bus trip through a terrorist hotspot before negotiating a series of pickup trucks. Find out if we broke down and sobbed on the side of the road by clicking here.
Why take the plane when you can spend four days in abject misery and discomfort, buffeted at every turn by drunk Russian soliders and drinking vodka? Read on to see whether you should tear up your frequent-flier number.
I used to think my inner geek got a pretty good airing. I spent every month dibbling about with new cameras, phones and laptops at work, and every now and then my wife would brand me a nerd when I arrived home with enough cables to provide a Conservative MP with all the S&M [...]
