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It all began when my Great Uncle Bryan told us all about his climb up a volcano.

When I was 13 my parent's and I traveled to India to see my sister and her husband. She had married a Naga Indian Baptist preacher from India.

On every journey I take (no kidding – even a walk down the road), I encounter a… problem. You can always bet that I’ll be embarrassed as soon as I step outside my front door.

As I lifted the fine pottery tea cup to my nose to smell the diesel, the absurdity of the scene struck me. The school children waiting round the corner were relying on me buying this fuel, and soon.

A thousand miles out into the Atlantic Ocean, with more than two thousand miles before we saw land again, my crew ‘The Rowgirls’ were sat aboard our rowing boat, and we were worried.

The New York cab driver pulled a urine-soaked business card out of the pocket of his grubby grey sweat pants and pressed it into our unwilling hands, passing it over the seat-back.

A hush of expectation lay upon the land. The black hole yawned at the travellers as they stood gazing at this outcrop with excitement and some trepidation.

While traveling through India, I had to take a bus to Udaipur. The bus had two stories: one level of chairs and above was a space about three feet high for passengers to lay during the trip.

Tihar, or Diwali, came last week and I went to Pokhara for a mini vacation. After a rainstorm, dinner at a Nepali family’s house, and an impromptu whiskey with an old friend passing through Kathmandu...

When you say this to someone who hates being on the sea, so many stories come to mind. The ferry journey to the Scilly Isles; the boat trip to see the mail being delivered to Bishop Rock lighthouse...