Are you a CWAC?

Travelsaurus Word of the Day


abbrev. C*** With A Camera. (for unedited meaning, please see below). Pronounced “quack.” Acronym used to describe a holidaymaker who insists upon seeing everything through the viewfinder of his digital camera or smart phone. Typically someone who’ll merrily block the view of others in order to better facilitate their own needless filming. Often used pejoratively.

“So what did you think of the Mona Lisa?”
“I didn’t really see it. I was stuck behind a CWAC the whole time!”


*Clot With A Camera, of course


In Search of Serge: In Tweets

Earlier this year, I was sent to Paris by National Geographic Traveller to retrace the steps of the iconic French musician and troublemaker Serge Gainsbourg. Part of my brief was to tweet my findings, using the hashtag #insearchofserge. This is the tale of those tweets:

Day 1

This week, I’m off to Paris for , where I’ll be following in the footsteps of Serge Gainsbourg! Either I’ll have the time of my life, or I’ll spend my entire time stood outside boarded up 1960s nightclubs in the rain!

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Northern Exposure: Clubbing in Longyearbyen, Svalbard


Outside the world’s northernmost club, a man is urinating. A crowd has gathered around him, not to watch him pee, but because he’s pulled his trousers and pants down to his ankles and is exposing his bare backside to the cold night air.

The cold night air is extremely cold here — about -25 degrees, maybe more with the breeze. As a pampered city boy, I find this remarkable. In a climate like this each second surely brings our friend closer and closer to an unsavoury case of frostbite. But he’s clearly from round here, and has probably done this before. For him, there’s obviously no such thing as too much exposure. Continue reading

In Bruges: Medieval Past and Christmas Present

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Christmas is a rotten bully. It likes to toy with people’s minds. Every year, it orders us to love it, to feel it, to suck it up through our nostrils and radiate it from every pore. Yet at the same time it weighs us down with a cumbersome chain of deadlines, chores and obligations. Most years I don’t have the time or energy to feel festive — I’m far too busy trying to survive Christmas.

So if, like me, you often find yourself in mid-December, desperate to somehow squeeze the first jot of festive cheer from your hollow carcass, try this: jump onto the Eurostar and head to Bruges — a city so Christmassy, it makes Lapland feel like Luton. Continue reading