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After spending sixteen hours in the car cramped in the back seat between my two little brothers, my grandparents say they want us to drive another three hours in the car to visit their lake house. My parents can’t say no...

‘Hannah Didi, Hannah Didi wake up!’. I groaned as I woke to the sticky hands of five year old Tuk Tuk talking to me through mouthfuls of Pan.

‘Hannah Didi, Hannah Didi wake up!’. I groaned as I woke to the sticky hands of five year old Tuk Tuk talking to me through mouthfuls of Pan.

In January when I mentioned that I was visiting Finnish Lapland my Swedish colleague Martin suggested I get to the treble border point of Norway, Sweden, and Finland (and no, not in an angry "Tony, why don't you p%^& off to the end of the earth" way).

Eight of us stood in the midst of the Himalayas in Sikkim, Northeast India, looking uncertainly at the landslide before us. The storm had moved great chunks of mud and rock downwards, birthing a gushing waterfall...

Eight of us stood in the midst of the Himalayas in Sikkim, Northeast India, looking uncertainly at the landslide before us. The storm had moved great chunks of mud and rock downwards, birthing a gushing waterfall...

After spending sixteen hours in the car cramped in the back seat between my two little brothers, my grandparents say they want us to drive another three hours in the car to visit their lake house. My parents can’t say no...

The bus to Addis Ababa is almost retro inside, overly decorated with hanging tassles, flags of red, green, yellow and black, and a picture of Jesus Christ, hanging behind the driver’s seat.

The bus to Addis Ababa is almost retro inside, overly decorated with hanging tassles, flags of red, green, yellow and black, and a picture of Jesus Christ, hanging behind the driver’s seat.

The hole in the Winnebago’s tyre is the size of a 50p coin and air is hissing out at an alarming rate. I’m alone in LA, lost in the sprawling ghetto somewhere between the rental office (shut now, of course) and the airport.