What was your greatest holiday: Probably my first international trip after my first year of teaching. We took the Trans-Siberian railway across Russia, going from an Australian summer to a Russian winter, and my friends and I were the only English-speaking Westerners on the train.
If we bump into you on holiday, what are you most likely to be doing: Either absolutely nothing, reading, attempting The Times' crossword - or having a really good evening meal.
If we could teleport you to one place in New Zealand for a week-long holiday where would it be? It might be to Picton. I've got very fond memories of being there on holidays in the late 70s. Although, a week might be stretching it - from there I'd go on to the Marlborough wine regions.
How about a dream holiday internationally: International holidays are usually dream-like. But Paris is always worth a mass.
What's the dumbest thing you've ever done while travelling? Getting casual about flight departure times and missing a plane from Paris to Venice. These days I'm at the airport, any airport, hours before.