Sarah Barrell : Travel Writer & Journalist

San Diego: Some like it really cool

Sarah Barrell — Sun, 16 Apr 2006 23:04:00 +0000

The Independent on Sunday
San Diego may be less than two hours' drive from Los Angeles but it couldn't be further removed in spirit. West Coasters like to call the city "LA without the attitude" but this is to miss, entirely, San Diego's unique qualities. Nothing like its northern neighbour in layout, size, attitude or atmosphere, if San Diego had to be compared to any of its coastal compatriots it would perhaps be San Francisco.

Five Best: American Retro Motels

Sarah Barrell — Sat, 27 May 2006 23:51:00 +0000

The Independent's Traveller magazine
Trailers without the trash: Sarah Barrell steps back in time for a taste of 1950s kitsch

Rich pickings in the orchard of Europe

Sarah Barrell — Sat, 24 Jun 2006 23:58:00 +0000

The Telegraph Travel section
It's close to the Costa Blanca, but it remains a deeply Spanish little city, says Sarah Barrell.

Counter culture: The Telegraph Travel section

Sarah Barrell — Sun, 06 Nov 2005 00:56:00 +0000

Sarah Barrell advises on the best places to spend, eat and rest in her adopted city of New York.

Canada cool: The Telegraph Travel section

Sarah Barrell — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 23:53:00 +0000

The clubbing scene has moved to Montreal. No, really. Sarah Barrell reports.

Is this the next Hamptons? We rather hope not

Sarah Barrell — Sun, 02 Oct 2005 23:49:00 +0000

Old money, liberal values (well, arty ones) - that's the Hudson Valley. Sarah Barrell heads upriver to hang with the A-list.

Guyana's rainforest : rumble in the jungle

Sarah Barrell — Sun, 25 Sep 2005 23:46:00 +0000

Guyana's rainforest buzzes with the cries of piha birds, howler monkeys and macaws. Sarah Barrell treks to their exotic beat.

Galapagos: Exploring these unique volcanic islands

Sarah Barrell — Sat, 29 Oct 2005 23:23:00 +0000

Avoiding the day-trippers who flock there, Sarah Barrell camps in the Galapagos and gets a fresh insight into everyday life

Wales: Home to the self-proclaimed wacky festival capital of Britain

Sarah Barrell — Sun, 13 Nov 2005 00:20:00 +0000

In the Welsh town of Llanwrtyd Wells, if it's not the 'Man vs Horse Marathon', it's 'Morris in the Forest'. Sarah Barrell pays a visit

Guyana's Jungle Lodges

Sarah Barrell — Sat, 26 Nov 2005 00:19:00 +0000

Guyana's interior is pioneer country. Those who go are rewarded with elegant places to stay, says Sarah Barrell

24 Hours in Quito: The Guide

Sarah Barrell — Mon, 27 Feb 2006 00:10:00 +0000

Roam the higgledy-piggledy streets, take in the views from the cable car, and dine at 10,000ft - don't forget your oxygen chase

The hottest holiday for mums-to-be...

Sarah Barrell — Sun, 26 Mar 2006 00:06:00 +0000

...Babymooning
Palm Springs is one of those great American anomalies: an improbable desert settlement wedged between the folds of inhospitable mountains. It's as if someone came out here with a mind to build another Las Vegas, took a hot soak in the area's eponymous thermal waters and thought, "Bugger it, who needs neon?"

Quito - All change in the city of clouds

Sarah Barrell — Mon, 27 Feb 2006 00:11:00 +0000

Ecuador's old colonial heart used to be a no-go area. But since it has had a makeover, it's a must-visit. Sarah Barrell goes exploring downtown

Travel Special: September - Upstate New York

Sarah Barrell — Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:13:00 +0000

At the beginning of September, the Hamptons resounds with the clatter of designer deck chairs going into storage, shutters being hauled down and the collective groan of Manhattan's chattering classes returning to the city. A cavalcade of overstuffed SUVs filters back through bridge and tunnel trailing Kate Spade beach bags and pedigree pooch accoutrements. Such unseemly seasonal migration isn't undertaken by the classiest second-home savants, however. The place to be, especially as fall comes around, is upstate New York.

An article about getting hitched in Las Vegas (or rather, failing to)

Sarah Barrell — Fri, 30 Mar 2001 16:57:00 +0000

We were in The Doghouse when he popped the question. On bended knee, he made a game job of it, shouting above the clamorous hip-hop playing in the cool-for-canines Soho bar. That was more than six years ago and we never did progress to the ring/invitation/fall-out-with-your-family stage. The asking was, somehow, enough. That was until we reached Vegas.