Colin Moors

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I am a writer and editor working in Brussels, Belgium, and operate Readright. A resident here of some 16 years, my only wish is that someone would take the city, its culture and its cool, multi-ethnic, multinational vibe and transport it around 1000 km south where it doesn't rain so much. Like so many people I know, I arrived here on a short-term contract and forgot to leave. It's a place that draws you in slowly. Yes, there are the obvious tourist things to do, and you should certainly do them. Take a couple of weeks and get a local to show you round, though - it's not the Brussels you may think you know. I take great exception to people calling my city boring. When I'm not waxing lyrical about my adoptive homeland, I'm traveling - often for work, always for pleasure. I write for English-language publications around Europe and also specialize in business travel and events management writing.

Posts by Colin Moors

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  • 1
    What's your most exciting or surprising travel experience?

    Rotterdam! Seriously, people think this a strange answer but there’s just so much to do there. There’s a vibrant mix of cultures, arts, music and everything in between. The restaurants will surprise you too, from the humble roadside ‘fritkots’ selling fries and deep-fried everything, through to the fishy delights of the Hotel New York, you’ll find something for every palate. Michelin stars are rare, good food is not. If you love the water, take the water taxi or do what I did and take your new girlfriend on a trip around the container port – the largest in Europe. She married me, so I guess it can’t have been that bad.

  • 2
    Who would you choose as a seatmate on a cross-continential road trip?

    I’d be tempted to say Hunter S Thompson. Anyone who’s read the king of gonzo journalism would be hard pushed not to admire the man’s resilience. I fear this would be a mistake, however. Instead, I’d probably opt for someone safer and less likely to get me 10-20 in the maximum security wing.

    As safe and ordinary as it may sound, I’d take my wife. She’s my best friend and enjoys many (but by no means all) of the things I do. She’s a keen photographer and I’m very slack in that department. We are both full-time food lovers and will often plan trips just to eat somewhere particular. We both love to explore new places, things and particularly dishes. I guess if she couldn’t make it for some reason, I’d pick John Candy. Did we say the people all had to be alive?

  • 3
    What is the most important thing you've learned from traveling?

    Don’t always believe quotations. From a philosophical point of view, Robert Louis Stevenson’s famous quote “To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive” is sound. However, in a practical sense, travelling hopefully is sheer insanity. I always have an emergency kit that I keep in an old mints tin and never walk around an unknown place with anything more than a credit card and a small handful of cash. Be adaptable, be flexible but leave hope out of the equation.

  • 4
    What's your favorite mode of transportation? Why?

    Rail. Without a doubt. Sadly, airlines tend to be exponentially cheaper, so I end up travelling the way my bank manager would approve of, rather than in style. Walking across the tarmac to a plane still gives me the sense of being Sinatra in his heyday, smoking unfiltered cigarettes (I don’t smoke, by the way), sipping a Martini and watching the cabin crew carve me a slice off a hapless pig’s leg. The reality, however, is a three-hour check-in window, no fluids above 100 ml, a fight to fond a power source for my laptop and eye-wateringly expensive, limp sandwiches.

    Trains still seem to fare better, and there are many classic rail journeys you can take in the jungles of Thailand, the Aussie Outback, the Canadian Rockies and, of course, the Orient Express. No they’re undoubtedly not cheap but if I’m going to blow a month’s salary on a ticket, I should hope not. I want to dress for dinner, dance a little to the quartet and repair to the outside deck for a cooling breeze and a cognac. A man can dream.