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I helped the group through check-in on my way to Bologna. On landing, someone thanked me, introduced himself as Massimo and asked my plans. My mother and I do not have, other than walking around Emilia-Romagna. Massimo Bottura, who was then the owner of the world’s top restaurants, went on to arrange travel plans from his favorite places to eat and drink in the region, calling ahead and making sure we looked like locals at every turn. We ended with a visit to Osteria Francescana and the balsamic vineyard in Modena. For food lovers, this is unimaginable and unforgettable. Philenix Smith
Brush with Buddhists

Wat Phra Singh in Chiang Mai. Photo: Sean Pavone / Alamy

When walking down the alley outside Chiang Mai, Thailand, the tinkling of bells and rhythm of gongs can be heard round the corner. When I turned around, I saw a Thai family celebrating a Buddhist holiday, laughing and making music. I stare and smile, fascinated. A woman grinned and gestured at me, gave me a little gong and showed me how to hit her. We formed a small parade into a temple, entered on our knees, and bowed to the monks who sat wearing their orange-turmeric robes in front of the giant Buddha. Jennifer Roberts
Remote island

Cotton Island. Photo: Greg Balfour Evans / Alamy

In 2006, when the internet was not as it is now, I toured Malaysia with an outdated guidebook. I got a bus to Kuala Terengganu to see turtles, but it turns out they haven’t seen it there for years. Back at the bus station, disappointed and tired, I met a local man who suggested I take a boat to Kapas Island. Cotton is a quiet little island with beautiful snorkeling and trekking in the forest – a peaceful and peaceful way to spend time in nature, and that is not mentioned in my guidebook.
Lunch at Amalfi – on the NHS

Photo: Alamy

Ravello, Italy, on a hill with a wide seascapes. One day we decided to take a walk to the city of Maiori. It was hot, with lots of steps, twists and turns to master. We started walking again, but I felt I could not go further, when we met a woman who was sweeping her steps. “Hot, do you like to drink?” He took us to his house, gave us cold drinks, fed us parmigiana. We sat on the terrace with his family, communication was very difficult. Finally his daughter came and explained: The National Health Service saved his father’s life when he was in England. This is a way to say thank you. Lindy
Where is Leeds …

Duncan McKenzie warmed up for the Charity Shield match against Liverpool in August 1974. Photo: Allsport

We were on a cruise from Sydney to Hong Kong and chatting with former soccer player Duncan McKenzie as we walked around the deck. He had a conversation on the board, and even though we didn’t know anything about the beautiful game, he was really interesting. It was real crashing into him all over the place, and wandering around the Glover Park that was swept in bloom, Nagasaki was with him while his wife went to the shops. He is a good man and is on our way. Lianna and Richard
I’m fine, Jacques

Moulin des Templiers

Stopping at night at a small two-star hotel in Avallon, middle east France called Moulin des Templiers, we were truly amazed by the food, which is easily worth two Michelin stars. It turns out that the owner was a chef at the Palace of Versailles when Jacques Chirac was the president of France. We stayed for a few days, only for food – again it would be a health hazard, because if you leave anything on the plate the chef will come to the table and seriously state “Je suis desolé” and offer to cook something else. Unfortunately, on our last trip, we found the chef had retired and sold the restaurant … je suis desolé.Johannes
Lay down the law

Mausoleum of Mohammed V (Mohamed Ben Yusef) and Hassan II. Photo: Alvaro German Vilela / Alamy

In Marrakech, we searched for the tombs of the kings of Morocco. I asked one tourist and my wife asked another who sent her away. After finding the grave, a tourist who drove away my wife came to apologize for her behavior. He said that he had been harassed by people all day and was sorry. I think I recognize his voice which is very typical. I asked if he was a lawyer but didn’t practice. He asks how do I know? I then asked him if he lived in another country, and named him. He took a step back and demanded to know who I was. I said, “I think I’m your lawyer.” He thought for a few seconds and then said my name. We actually have never met before
Follow the piper

The Nelson Riddle Orchestra practiced in the mid-1960s. Photo: Silver Screen / Getty Image Collection

On my second trip abroad, the first on my own, I went to Camargue in southern France and stayed in a youth hostel. An older American man lived there with his children, showing them a wilder side of France while his wife remained in Cannes. He turned out to be a flute player in the Nelson Riddle orchestra, and he brought his flute. A beautiful evening was spent remembering famous singers, including Sinatra, and the standard flow of music while we drank local rosé. The sound of hands clapping, and catching mosquitoes, remained in my mind. Jon, Somerset
Wisdom is defeated by the weather

Batteaux Bay. Photo: Dave and Sigrun Tollerton / Alamy

In the blue waters of Batteaux Bay, Tobago, a yacht was moored, from which a silver-haired man boarded a small boat and boarded the land. He walked straight towards us at the beach bar and asked if he could join us. Sure, and we drink beer and eat flying fish burgers. His name is Hal. He has sold everything, bought a yacht and sailed in the Caribbean for six months, and lived in a cabin in his son’s garden all year. I love listening to the 70-year-old weather. He said for a happy life you need three things: health, curiosity and to understand the concept of “enough”. I have followed this mantra all my life. Simon Tobin
Pitstop in Beirut

Chouf Mountains. Photo: Eddy Bittar / Getty Images / iStockPhoto

Souk el Gharb to Aley, Chouf mountains, in Lebanon’s pre-civil war – 1971-ish. I took a taxi together to Beirut. After about a kilometer, the driver said we had to stop in the garage while some work was needed under the car. We found ourselves chauffeured without a driver in a large 1960s American salon in a car elevator on a beautiful August morning. In the window appeared a towering hand tray containing four coffees (Turkish, of course, masboot) and a glass of water. We drank, passed cigarettes and enjoyed the break. After a while, the car lift went down and we continued on. Beautiful things happen in Lebanon; they will always do it. The price is an open mind. Michael
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