Like all snobs, I have a very clear idea of what’s good and what’s bad. And that clarity applies to travel – I know exactly what constitutes ‘great’ travel. I can boast about it at any ol’ gathering, when everybody else has only their regular, touristy holidays to talk about. I like nothing more than telling anyone who’d listen about the time I took a windowless bus for a winding four-hour drive in India, when...
