Amazingly, this is the real colour you'd see. The caves have ultraviolet lighting in this section, which lights up the water in the three pools (they're not steps, that's water!), due to the minerals in the rocks & the water.
I love this picture, it gives me goosebumps. I can still feel the cold of the underground caves, very welcome on a roasting hot day, while I was pregnant with Squeaky. We didn't even know the caves were a stop on the tour, and very nearly didn't bother going in. This picture made the walk down a couple of hundred cliffside steps worthwhile!
I don't like boats. No, I REALLY don't like boats. But the only way to see around the rest of the three peninsulas that make up Halkidiki is to get on one. This picture was taken on a stop in Neos Marmaras, halfway up a hillside, when everyone else was either enjoying a well earned coffee, or looking round some beautiful boutiques. I was just making the most of being on dry land.
It really captures that shade of blue so common to Greece, the sun blazing down, the whitewashed walls. All I need is a cold glass of wine for my Shirley Valentine moment. It's not just me that does that, is it? (Yes, I talk to walls as well!)
A location that, not all that long ago, was out of reach for many. A place of conflict, of contradiction, confusion. The relics of British and Greek rule remain, but have been changed by Turkish occupation.
This postbox dates back to the reign of King George V, 1910-1936, so there can't be that many still in use in the UK. To find one in Famagusta, and repainted so vibrantly came as a surprise. It was a stark reminder of British involvement in Cypriot history, and just how different the culture was, to see something so familiar, but not. I wish I'd had the opportunity to spend more time there.
I really had to have at least one Olympic venue amongst my pictures, and what better than the home of English football? I'm not a big football fan, snooker is more my thing (why aren't I using a picture of a table in Sheffield, I ask myself), but Wembley is awe-inspiring. The scale of the venue is something else. Walking out through the tunnel onto the side of the pitch, you can almost hear the crowd, thankfully you can't smell the sweat of 22 stinky footballers. That would be an sensory experience too far!
Quite how the classic cars of Cuba survive the Cuban road network is a mystery to me, but they do. The owner of this white beauty had just parked up and I had to snap a cheeky shot. The amazing cars are my clearest memory of Cuba, and I'd love the chance to drive one for myself.
Santiago is a real attack on the senses, an extremely hot, very noisy, busy, bustling city full of people, noise and life. After a little walk around, we retreated to the comfort of an air-conditioned bar with a cool mojito to watch the world go by.
So, there's a handful of my favourite holiday photos, I've been lucky enough to travel to some amazing places, and I hope you like them as much as I do.
I'm tagging five of my favourite bloggers to join in and capture the colour of their travels with Travelsupermarket, we could win £2000 of holiday vouchers, or one of five iPads.
Esther at Diary of a Bad Mutha
Sarah at Sweet Craftiness
Joanne at The Blunt Truth
Claire at Ninja Killer Cat
and Di at Super Lucky (I'll regret this one, I just know it!)