Dust, Gold and a Blue Dawn

Egypt, like so many thousands before me, has captured a piece of my soul. I would travel here a hundred years if life gave me time. Gold, dust, shattered statues, pillars of light in shaded halls, ribbons of fading paint cling to grooves in chiselled walls; so remote, so close. Old colonial buildings slowly falling into ruin, bustling streets, cacophony of noise, cogs of human industry grinding against the ephemeral glitter of life.

Morocco Diaries

Morocco. North Africa. We've been here before. This time we will see it through new eyes.Since my first trip back in 2017 I haven't quite been able to stay away. So vivid, alive - its landscapes, winding cities and warm-hearted people. The place is crazy! In the heat, the bustling medina; weaving in and out of [...]

Deep in the Indian Jungle…

Dodamarg. Maharashtra. India. Alone. Free. Alive. You are deep in the jungle in South India, wading gently downstream, on the very edge of a river: fast-flowing, powerful, and swollen with fresh monsoon waters. You are in the safest, shallowest waters, under the thick canopy of tropical trees. You are alone, and you have never felt more [...]

The Art of Going

Leave your troubles behind... and GO! God knows how much I love packing my little rucksack, jumping on a plane, taxi, boat or train, watching the land I've lived in trail swiftly behind... letting go of all those troubles, loves, losses and gains, having only the bare necessities on my back, on my mind light, [...]

Lost in Venice

A little story from the road. Everybody knows Venice is my favourite city in the world, and this little story is one I'll never forget. Let me tell you about the time I got perfectly lost in Venice... So I was wandering around, as usual, right off the heavily-beaten tourist trails in Venice, no bag, [...]

A Goliard in Ghent

"Goliard - any of the wandering students and clerics in medieval England, France, and Germany, remembered for their satirical verses and poems in praise of drinking and debauchery." Okay, so whilst I enjoy the idea of being a wandering student poet, I generally do my best to avoid drunken debauchery... although it has this terrible habit [...]