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Thirty miles away from the stamp of our feet and the crash of our laughter, an eagle flies over the capital city of Antananarivo. He banks away from the sun, fleeing the urban shout of the underlying concrete.

As I walk under the hot sun in the walled city once called Ragusa, I leave my passengers behind, get on the small side streets and find Tina waiting for me by the restaurant’s door.

A swarthy cut throat little man perched on the frame of the camel cart and steered us into the twilight. My wife and I reclined on embroidered silk cushions, spread around to engender some sense of grandeur...

Marie Laveau is staring at me from her tomb. The Voodoo Queen is gloating, amused that after years of swearing that I did not believe in magic, I have the audacity to stand there like a hypocrite tempted to knock on her tomb.

In Bolivia, the sun is king. It is the first to greet you as you arrive and the last to bid you farewell, peering at you over the horizon as your plane climbs far above the steamy rainforests and endless roads.

My most memorable encounter happened on a Jeep Safari in Turkey where my family and I met six great people who formed a micro army that would fight together for 6 hours to protect one jeep!

My bus casually rolls through Palmyra, an ancient town lying against a backdrop of a fertile oasis and Roman ruins dating back centuries. It’s located in Syria’s central desert and flies the flag to a prosperous history...

10 Nov 2008: Somewhere in the bowels of Taman Negara, the oldest rainforest in the world, eating glorified pot noodles, whilst pulling a reluctant burrowing leech from my trainer.

A full passport is every traveler’s dream – until it becomes an immigration nightmare.

“Do you want to come on my felucca?” “Later?” “Tomorrow?” “Next week?” “Next life?” Egypt was wearing me down. The patience that I had built up through Africa was rapidly being eroded. A vulnerable veneer of...