August 30, 2017

It’s full tilt tumult out here in Jodhpur's Old City, a shock of human, animal and machinery tangled together in what looks like a monumental argument. The alleys leading away from the hotel are obviously too narrow for cars, this is my fragile conviction about to be u...

February 23, 2016

 My legs are the gears on my fifty dollar bicycle, the pedals squeak plaintively with every revolution. On my right there must be the iridescent blue and white of the Caribbean, but it’s completely hidden by hectic jungle, wild with blown about trash and interspersed w...

February 16, 2016

The ground roars and trembles, tipping the surging crowd down the narrow escalators. The train to Guangzhou rumbles into Hong Kong station. We obstinately hold our ground and move steadily towards our cabin. The uniformed woman gestures irritably. ‘Upstairs’, she says.

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February 12, 2016

 

This is not about the whisky. It should be, Oban is all about the whisky, but this is not. This is about water, sadly unsullied by the famous, local, single malt, matured in American bourbon barrels(!) for twelve reverent years.

 

The distillery is just t...

February 10, 2016

We tumble into room 2817 at the Intercontinental Foshan with dreams of room service and maybe even a bit of TV. We flop on the bed all easy going and delighted to have escaped the collective mayhem in the buffet dining room downstairs.

 

I dial room service.

 

Two ‘roast h...

February 4, 2016

I am gazing into my soupy cappuccino at an assertive swirl of cinnamon.

 

‘I need a hero’

Bonnie Tyler agonizes, brassily invoking the eighties that so embarrass my children.

 

Opposite me; men in blood smeared white coats, over sweaters, over ties and shirts. Handsome gran...

February 3, 2016

 

And what it does to you. Altitude. The first leg I am between two grumpy men, a sort of filling in a belligerent sandwich. He on the right of me, who I do not know, is sighing and hissing: ‘Jesus Christ” long and drawn out like: Jeeeezus Chrrrrrist. While he on the le...

January 28, 2016

I seldom venture from the posh Parklane Hotel here in Dongguan. It’s grand enough to take it personally. The surrounding avenues and architecture are monumental, a person could get lost crossing the road. So I am reluctant, you understand. And I normally arrive late on...

January 26, 2016

 

We’re leaving Singapore this morning. Taking a bus into Malacca, Malaysia, taking a coach rather. Taking a luxury massage coach to be exact. The only way to travel, apparently.

 

To be honest I have no idea what to expect, no-one in my party does. I mean, a massage coac...

January 21, 2016

 

Russell is a tiny, impossibly picturesque little place in the Bay of Islands, just north of Auckland, New Zealand. My mom is tiny too, although she’d say not, so I think I’ll take her there. A lovely drive, not too hairy, a couple of hairpin curves but I can inch alon...

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"We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time."

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