Another snake in the playground I was the teacher on a dam site in the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa Province in northern Pakistan. There were...

Holidaying in the south of France felt like stepping into the pages of Mary Moody’s memoirs. Long before I boarded my flight, I had...

A crisp morning. The ground soft underfoot. Lost in my own thoughts when Dee, my walking buddy, asks:  “So what do you wish for today?”...

Amid the vastness of South Africa’s Kruger National Park – at almost 20,000 square kilometres, it’s roughly the size of Slovenia – we’ve...

We wait - bound within the tracks amidst a hundred bodies. The roof keeps snow off our faces but the cold has a different, piercing aura...

I never was a good student. All things considered however I was a pretty good wanderer. In 2021 I found myself in L’Aquila, a beautiful...

Because in the end, all travel is about memory. Mine, yours, our families’, everyone’s – distant memories, recent, for all time. Take,...

We stumble from plane to blending corridors and clear yellow signs of arrival processed in a surprising minute we're clutched from what...

A friend reads aloud words he wrote in his mother tongue, translating in the twilight as he goes, for an audience foreign and tipsy. In...

Cahors in December is three things: it is the grey-green clouds over Mont Saint-Cyr that cast turquoise shadows on the river; it is my...

A cushion trembles in front of me, lodged somewhat uncomfortably geometrical between its couch and the tea table my legs were stretched...

Do you know what it’s like to be an ant underneath a kid’s magnifying glass, being burnt to a crisp in the backyard? I do. It’s the only...

The crows are in flight, reminders of omens and overcast skies. But this day is different, a horizon layered in gold as the birds start...

Our Jetta died when we stopped to answer the call of nature. A text to AAA yielded the prospect of a two hour wait for a mechanic. Our...

The morning mist has ended. Now the hammering of a new house being built and the crowing of a cock echo through this Saturday’s streets....

A slosh of cool sea sussed a watery score as I shuffled through shallows, a thousand-year pilgrimage trail. In fact the route I was on...

I was in Tangier only briefly, and as one with nowhere to be, nowhere to go, no one to meet, I chose the path of the flâneur. I woke...

The inner west. A different world. Our friend’s sandstone steps at the back thread down through a garden filled with exotic plants and...

In 1986 I journeyed every weekend from my regular job in Dallas down to a four-room rented shack on 400 acres, an hour away, in a part of...

I stood on what felt like the edge of the earth. Which it was, in a way. Cusp of terra firma. Beyond, nothing but sea and sky. I’d hiked...