What was your greatest holiday?
While in France as the Katherine Mansfield Menton Fellow, I travelled to all the locations relevant to my research into the life of 12th Century French nun Heloise d'Argenteuil. It took us from the south up to Brittany, then to Normandy, down through the Loire Valley and back to Menton via Arles, with a week in Paris. We also managed to sneak in a quick trip around Italy and spent many an afternoon exploring the gorgeous little medieval villages in the mountains around Menton, both in France and Italy (Menton is on the French-Italian border.)
And the worst?
In my early 20s, I was talked into a cycling holiday, riding from Picton to Kaiteriteri. I'm not a particularly sporty person and it didn't help that my only "training" was once around the block before we left! It was in the days when the Tākaka Hill was still an uphill battle, not helped by a bicycle loaded down with camping gear and a boyfriend who said "Isn't it exhilarating to go past your limit of endurance and still keep going?" I firmly answered "no". By the time we reached Nelson after a 70k ride I was so exhausted I fell off in the middle of town (cue tired tears and a very bruised ego.) I refused to ride all the way back, and loaded myself and the bike on to a bus.
If we bump into you on holiday, what are you most likely to be doing?