Camino de Santiago – Part 2

Outside the main Municipal hostel in Burgos I joined the back of a long line inhabited by a truly bedraggled bunch - all staring vacantly into space. Those who arrived after were given the solemn news that there were no beds left. A Canadian woman who I had briefly walked with on the first day... Continue Reading →


“You won't like it” the taxi driver sneered dismissively as we climbed out in front of the Massara Hotel, “I will wait” he casually added. We were in the seaside town of Kohbar for the weekend. We did like it – I'm not sure if he's still waiting. It was just after 12pm when we... Continue Reading →

Match of the Day

There are few taxis in Al Hofuf. Those that do appear tend to fire past you with a look of repulsion in their eyes. It was a Friday evening in the mid size desert oasis town and we were standing by the side of the road. Nabeel threw out an arm, and within seconds a... Continue Reading →

Saudi Arabia

I'm always genuinely surprised when I successfully manage to get through an airport and onto the plane. Thanks to a litany of travel screw ups, I always fear I'm moments from disaster. An employee turning to me and asking flippantly, “You've got your B7236  per-authorisation form right?” or even the worryingly frequent “this flight is... Continue Reading →

Camino de Santiago – Part 1

In the grand scheme of a walk, it would be a little longer than a pleasant Sunday morning stroll. The Camino de Santiago, a thousand year old pilgrimage route, would take me from the edge of France and across Spain to the famed cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. A little less than 500 miles. I... Continue Reading →

The End of the world

I thrust my hands deep into the coat pockets, a refuge from the biting cold. The Beagle Channel stretches before me. A fierce, angry wind growls in from the sea. Great hulking ships sit dormant in port. Monsters of nautical travel – ice breakers – Antarctic ships. The frozen continent lies a thousand kilometers to... Continue Reading →

Patagonia – Part 2

 It was still dark as we woke to the frozen town of Rio Gallegos. We disembarked into the scruffy, but warm bus station. Our legs wobbling slightly, as they became used to being used as legs again. The bus had long disappeared when I realized I had left a camera bag on-board. After a slow... Continue Reading →


 On the penultimate day of the World Cup we traveled to Brasilia for the third/fourth place play-off, between Brazil and Holland. Twelve hours in Brazil's capital, of which I had high hopes. Brasilia is unfortunately an unrelentingly boring city. Unless you have a particular interest in tarmac and fly-overs – or you get a real... Continue Reading →

Dream No More

Goal after goal. After goal. After goal. The Germans bellowed until their throats cracked. The Brazilians carried an empty vacant look. A look of complete astonishment – and also near complete pain. The rain hammered down around us. Brazil's dreams had been obliterated in one astonishing half of football. Our setting for the ritual sacrifice... Continue Reading →

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