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A tourism guide to leeds – the knightsbridge of the north

A Tourism Guide to Leeds – the Knightsbridge of the North

Leeds is a lively city that is full of breathtaking cultural and legacy sites, which are great fun to prospect. more than 100,000 people come to work in the city centre every single day and 1000s more come to shop, eat out or only to enjoy the variety of attractions Leeds has on offer.
With some fabulous modern architecture and great shops, Leeds has really transformed itself recently. however, there’s still plenty of architecture that evoke the city’s Victorian splendour, too. an of the most well-known Victorian architecture is leeds corn exchange, which was made by the architect Cuthbert Brodrick.
Leeds also boasts the unforgettable Kirkstall Abbey, which is located in the western outskirts of the city. This sensational Abbey is thought to be one of the most complete examples of a medieval Cistercian abbey in great britain. It boasts historical architecture, as well as sensational gardens that are teeming with wildlife and greenery.
Kirkstall Abbey was started in 1152 and took more than seventy five years to construct. The historical ruins have been painted by artists including jmw turner and the abbey is now a Grade 1 listed building. In the summer, visitors flock to see open-air concerts and plays in the alluring grounds of the Abbey.
From the cutting edge fashion found in the Victoria Quarter to the excellent designer stores of The Light and the independent boutiques of the arcades, Leeds gives visitors many superb shopping opportunities. Whether you are looking for a brand-new outfit or even an unforgettable birthday gift, you are sure to find it in this playful city.
If you’d rather spend your time in Leeds doing more artistic pursuits, you will be happy to know that the city has nine fabulous museums and art galleries. These include the leeds city museum & the great leeds city art gallery, so you are sure to find something to entertain you.
If fast-paced city life gets too much, you will be happy to know that Leeds has some pretty green spaces & gorgeous parks, which include the award winning nelson mandela gardens. These pretty gardens were constructed at a cost of ?12 million to mark the year 2000 & were jointly funded by leeds council & the Millennium Commission. The gardens won a prize at the 2004 Chelsea Flower Show.
Leeds has great nightlife, which begs to be experienced. Whether you’d rather have a peaceful drink in one of the city’s quaint inns or a glass of rose wine at one of Leeds’ exclusive cocktail bars, you will have a great night here.
After you have had your drink, why don’t you hit the nightclubs? Leeds has some great nightclubs that cater to any style of music, so you will be spoiled for choice.
Leeds also has plenty of live music venues, containing the Cockpit. These venues cater mostly to alternative music and attracting touring & local bands.
Thank you for perusing our tourist guide to leeds! Whether you would like to go on a shopping marathon or an educational day out, we think you will agree that Leeds is a city with something for everyone.

Fleeting visit to taj mahal

Fleeting Visit to Taj Mahal

In my capacity as the UK Director of Operations for One World Tours Limited, I am often asked about the destinations I have been to and how it all began in the first place. 10 years ago I embarked on my second trip around the world and I suppose you could say that this is where it truly all began. Here is my first experience of India.

I thought that visiting the Seven Wonders of the world in eight days would be a fun and challenging thing to do. Having decided with my sponsors the airlines and a chain of leading world-wide hotels it was decided that the Seven Wonders of the World were the Taj Mahal, the Great Wall of China, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Golden Gate Bridge, The Empire State Building, Sydney Opera House and the Pyramids of Egypt. This would notch up a staggering 42,000 miles in 8 just days.

The first of my many flights was on schedule and I left Heathrow at around 10.25pm on the 17th of February. I was handed my overnight package by the stewardess and given a meal. It didn’t take long before I drifted off to sleep; I had deliberately got myself up early that morning to ensure that I would be able to sleep on the first flight. I awoke half way through the flight feeling incredibly nauseous but that was down to the anti- malaria tablets more than anything else.

It wasn’t long before I arrived at Delhi airport and in order to continue on to the next stage of the journey I had to find out how much a taxi would cost to take me to Agra and back. There were plenty of transport kiosks whose occupants frantically beckoned to me in order to persuade me to use their services. The first one that caught my attention offered me his “top of the range car”, which included air- conditioning. I gladly accepted this as it worked out at half the price I had expected to pay. I was then told apologetically that this car was not available and was offered the next best thing at a cheaper rate, still with air conditioning. Apparently this car was not available either and this went on until I was finally offered their cheapest car of all, which by this time I would have agreed to anything. The driver of this particular vehicle was summoned and flatly refused to take me saying that it would not be possible to get to Agra and back in time to get me to my next flight. It was beginning to look like I was not going to get to visit the very first Wonder on the list! The taxi drivers of this particular kiosk told me that I should try a different kiosk, which is exactly what ended up doing. I was told that there was a driver willing to attempt to take me the 300 miles in about 8 ? hours for the price of ?130 (GBP). I did not really have choice and was still ?70 better off than I thought. We were whisked off to meet our driver for the day and the man that would hopefully make it possible for us to reach our first Wonder of the trip.

It soon became very apparent that if anyone was going to get me there and back in time it would most certainly be Ashok, the driver. I was barely three minutes from the airport when he started honking his horn like crazy. At first I thought this was a sign of aggression as is customary in our native country. I truly believed at one point that I was going to die in this foreign country due to manic way that Ashok handled the car. Where ever possible he drove like a man possessed reaching speeds of up to 120mph in some cases. This of course made me very apprehensive for the first hour or so of the journey, my underpants taking the full impact of my lack of faith!

There did not appear to be any rules and regulations where driving in India was concerned, Ashok seemed to make up his own rules as he went along. Hitting bumps in the road at speed saw me bashing my head on the roof on more than one occasion. I remember commenting aloud on the effects this was having on my backside and Ashok laughed saying that it was good exercise.

Well it soon became apparent that honking on the horn was a way of life and a way of getting people to pull out of your way. It didn’t seem to matter if a road similar to our own dual carriageways were full we merely pulled over to drive at speed toward the oncoming traffic, cars, bicycles camels etc, it was awesome and will always be the most memorable car drive that I have ever experienced. Most of the lorries had “horn please” painted on the back of them. Ashok weaved in and out of the traffic, his hand never far from the hooter. It was like having a police escort only without the police.

After the initial excitement of the taxi ride of a lifetime had subsided, I took time to absorb the scenery from the window of the cab. There was poverty in abundance wherever you looked. Hundreds of people lined the streets. Cattle wandered about like jaywalkers and now and again you would come across a dead, half- eaten dog, infested with flies lying in the road. Victims of Ashok’s previous drives one assumes! I have never seen so many people crammed into windowless buses, lorries or trailers being pulled by tractors. Donkeys pulled or carried loads that took up one entire side of the road, while camels took even bigger ones. Everywhere that you looked there were hundreds of people not doing anything in particular.

The fume filled air was brutal on your lungs. Diesel fumes choked out of vehicles in big black puffs. The humidity and the fumes made your eyes, throat and nose sting. I am surprised that I managed to remain conscious! I was not fairing very well at all. Apart from suffering from the effects mentioned above I was also dehydrating, sweating out more liquid than I could replace. I am sure there are people out there who would find the whole thing rather amusing as I being an intrepid professional world traveller (I had actually visited 108 countries on my previous trip!) who was feeling sick. I asked Ashok to pull over so that I could get a drink of water, he agreed but it was a good 30 or 40 miles before he actually did. The reason he had waited so long was so that we could purchase sealed water from a reputable source rather than risk drinking something that might make me suffer later.

I was surprised to see raw meat being displayed on the roadside, uncovered, soaking up the dirt and fumes of the surroundings.

What I noticed more than anything else was the overall calmness of everyone around us. There were no signs of stress or urgency to be somewhere at a certain time (apart from us of course!) so many people tolerating one another it was incredible.

I had recovered a little after having something to drink and was as excited to see eagles flying around in the sky. I watched as people threw bananas to the wild monkeys in the same way as we feed the ducks back home.

Everywhere you looked people were making good use of all the resources around them. Once we had broken free from the towns I had a chance to take notice of the countryside. It was fascinating to see the Indian ladies with huge loads balanced on their heads whilst carrying their babies in their arms. It was a wonderful thing to experience and would have been perfect if only it wasn’t so difficult to breathe. Seeing the way that life was lived in India made me realise what a bunch of whingers we are in the west!

We were only 11 kilometres from reaching the Taj Mahal when we experienced a huge traffic jam that even the psychopathic driver could not get me through! He had a few frantic words with one of the locals and informed me that the road was blocked due to the fact that two ministers were visiting the area.

Ashok did a sharp U- turn and tried to find an alternative route. Unfortunately there wasn’t one and we had to wait patiently in the queue like everyone else. The driver had driven his socks off to get me to within an 11-kilometre radius of the Taj with time to spare, and for one horrible moment it looked as if I was not going to get any closer. It was an awful shame because he had risked our lives along with those of the others we passed along the way, including the animals! He must have felt the same but wasn’t that easily defeated. Not long after I finally arrived at the first major landmark of the trip! Ashok dropped me off and said that he would find somewhere to park and allowed just 15 minutes to take photos etc. I paid the entrance fee; the equivalent of 75 pence, received a free key ring and made my way to the Taj, ande had my bags searched by the guards.

I was very impressed by the stunning creation of love that stood before me, definitely the stuff that fairytales are made of! I was aware that I did not have too much time so quickly set about taking photographs of the beauty before me in order to satisfy the publicity requirements for my sponsors.

I had designed a banner, which was to be photographed at each of the locations. When I unfolded it in the grounds of the Taj Mahal I was told very abruptly that banners were not acceptable and that the guards at the front gate should have taken it away from me. Someone did show me somewhere that I could hold the banner up in order to take a quick photograph but I declined agreeing that I should respect their wishes, as I was a visitor of their country. The banner gave a brief outline of the trip and advertised the sponsor’s names but they weren’t to know that it could have been a political statement for all they knew. I also couldn’t risk getting into trouble so early on in the trip!

I took enough photographs to prove that we had been there, along with a duplicate set in case the first ones did not come out and then one more lot for luck! The sun was beginning to set and it gave everything around that wonderful orange glow, a fitting end to a brief but memorable experience.

As promised Ashok was waiting for me and guided me back to the cab. A throng of brown -faced children begged me to purchase their wares. They surrounded me, I found it a little overwhelming to say the least. I was not sure if we had enough money to complete the trip at this moment in time so I couldn’t afford to give away one penny of what I did have so I kept having to refuse them. Their prices dropped with every step that took me closer to the car until I was being offered beautifully printed T-shirts for around 70p each. They flocked around the car hoping for a few pence that I really didn’t have, until Ashok drove off. It was very humbling.

Did I mention that the journey to Agra was an experience never to be forgotten? Well it was nothing compared to the journey back! We did the whole thing over but in the dark. It appears that you then use your headlights to get people out of the way instead of the car horn! So we were driving at speed in the dark with no headlights for 150 miles. Pedestrians and animals still littered the roads and I didn’t see them until we had passed them, so I can’t imagine how Ashok avoided them!

It was wonderful to see the culture by night. Little street fires lit the faces of their owners with a yellow hue. The moon which was also yellow was lit from underneath.

On a few occasions I saw hundreds of white lights adorning trees and buildings, pulsing music accompanied these scenes; Ashok told me that this represented “better off,” people getting married. Fireworks announced the success of the weddings. About half a dozen ceremonies were happening that I had witnessed that evening so goodness knows how many more were going on! We also saw a less grand wedding happening on the roadside; the grandest thing about this one was the flower garland around the young bride’s head! It was truly breath taking to observe the way of life for these people by night.

Ashok got me back to Delhi in good time. We even had a chance to stop at the roadside cafe for a cup of tea on the way. Well it wasn’t a caf?, as we know it back home; it was more like a large marquee at a craft fair. I was more than a little dubious about drinking anything that I hadn’t prepared myself.

I had grown quite used to Ashok during the course of the day and was sorry to have to say goodbye to him. He had looked after me incredibly well and I tipped him accordingly.

It was 10.10pm (Indian time) when we arrived at Delhi. The flight to Bombay was delayed for an hour. I have to say that of all the planes that we used throughout the trip, air India was the only one I felt really nervous about. There was quite a lot of turbulence during the whole flight. I remember forcing myself to try and sleep, reckoning that if I was going to die I would rather be asleep when it happened! I forgot to look and see if Ashok was the pilot when we departed from the plane. Thank you Ashok for making it happen.

Visit beaufort south carolina for your hilton head island vacation

Visit Beaufort South Carolina For Your Hilton Head Island Vacation

Beaufort, South Carolina, is a beautiful place full of southern charm. It is a town that shouldn’t be missed during your vacation to Hilton Head. One afternoon during your stay on the island, pack up the family and make some memories on the “The Queen of the Carolina Sea Islands.” Be sure to bring your sunscreen and a few extra towels in case the kids decide to splash around in the water.

Beaufort is home to many historic buildings and homes. One of the oldest buildings in Beaufort dates back to the 1700′s. There are many different styles of architecture to see. If you take a tour of the historic area you will be amazed by the beauty of the historic buildings. The downtown area has been recognized as a national historic landmark. It is definitely worth your time to stop downtown for some exploring.

While you are visiting, you might enjoy a traditional Horse and Buggy Ride. This can be a romantic adventure with a loved one. You can pack a picnic lunch and listen to the sound of the horse’s hooves hitting the pavement while you ride to a local park. This is also something that the whole family can enjoy. Children will be delighted to watch the horses pull the buggy down the historic streets of Beaufort. If you plan ahead you can take a tour from the comfort of a horse drawn buggy.

The naval hospital in Beaufort serves active duty and retired military personnel in the area. It is a beautiful hospital that gives its patients rooms with a view! When patients look out their window at the navel hospital they can see the ships and tug boats coming in and out of the harbor. The naval hospital is also home of the oldest tabby structure in South Carolina.

Located behind the naval hospital is Port Royal Sound. Port Royal Sound has picnic tables and a playground for the children. This is a great place to go and enjoy a picnic with your family. Take advantage of the beautiful surroundings and allow the kids to watch the boats coming in and going out of the harbor, while you kick back and relax with your favorite book.

Hollywood has been drawn to Beaufort, South Carolina, for many years. Due to the sheer beauty of the area, many films have been shot in the historic city. Forrest Gump is the most popular. Quite a few of the water shots in Forrest Gump were shot on Little Lucy Creek. The Vietnam shots were shot on Hunting Island. There were many other movies with scenes that were shot in the Beaufort area as well. These include Full Metal Jacket, Last Dance and the Big Chill.

If you are visiting in mid July, you won’t be able to miss the water festival. Opening day is a day of fun in the sun completed by an evening fireworks display. There are also many other events throughout the festival. Events include sporting and fishing tournaments, arts and crafts, Concerts in the park, talent shows, a parade of ships and a Commodore’s Ball.

You won’t regret taking a day trip to Beaufort, South Carolina. You should be sure to take your camera along so you can catch all of those great memories on film!

The symbol of the city, manhattan

The Symbol of the City, Manhattan

The magnet for tourists, the symbol of the city, Manhattan is probably the most deceptive of the boroughs to outsiders, who generally limit themselves to quick looks at the Theater District around Times Square (moving gingerly past the seediness of 42nd Street west of Broadway) ,’the shopping promenade of Fifth Avenue, the munificence of the temples of finance on and near Wall Street, the eccentricities of bohemian life in the East Village and Shoo, the exotica of Chinatown, or the special flavors of Little Italy and Harlem. At first glance, Manhattan is only the city of skyscrapers, glaring lights, and frenzied pace, an island of the strange, the neurotic^ and the avant-garde. Crammed into its 23 square miles (57 square kilometers) are more than, 1,400,000 residents. Its waterfront, formed by the Harlem, East, and Hudson rivers, is 43 miles (69 kilometers) in length, but only scattered groups of slum children swim in the pollution; and the few fishermen find only scanty catches.

To the residents of the island, each section is a hometown. Those who live in the West 70s, 80s, and 90s — the Upper West Side, though streets run above 200 at the northern tip — know their neighborhoods as a cosmopolitan mixture of languages, occupations, and income levels. It is the caldron in which much of the liberal experimentation in the Democratic Party is prepared, and some say it is the origin of much of the chaos of the party. On the Upper East Side, east of Central Park, is a different mixture, generally more affluent.

The Chelsea area of the West 20s, with its tenements, renovated brownstones, and huge cooperatives built by labor unions, has a more sedate pace than the East Village and Shoo (derived from “south of Houston Street”), comprising much of the old Lower East Side and containing the city’s major concentration of struggling writers and artists. Greenwich Village, the old centre of bohemian life, has become a favorite dwelling place for affluent professionals and successful authors and artists. Harlem means more than just tenements, housing projects, and black politics. It means a vibrant street life ranging from sports to stoop seminars, and it is spiced with luxury apartment houses with doormen, inhabited almost entirely by blacks. Yorkville, in the East 80s, retains pockets of Czech, Hungarian, and German cultures in a clash of old tenements and towering luxury apartment houses. The neighborhood taverns of the Irish proliferate through In wood at the northernmost part of the island, where the borough of Manhattan spills over the Harlem River to encompass an enclave of a few square blocks within mainland Bronx. In alive their national sports of hurling and Gaelic football — much as courts are maintained for bocciball games in Little Italy many miles to the south. On Morning-side Heights around Columbia University, the civilities of the academic world overlook the bleak stretches of Harlem below and to the east and north.

Even fantastic Lower Manhattan, from the Battery, with its ferry ships at the island’s tip, to City Hall, has begun taking on the atmosphere of a neighborhood. Apartment houses have gone up in the vicinity of City Hall, and the overwhelming skyscraper jungle around Wall Street, which is home to hundreds of financial and insurance institutions and some of the nations’ largest banks, exerts international power.