Archives: Guide

“You must see the ruins of Olympos at dawn; it is better then. Everything is under mist and there are no people there. Very atmospheric.”

‘Bright light city gonna set my soul, Gonna set my soul on fire,’ is how Elvis Presley epitomised the spirit of Sin City and as we stood in the apparently never ending queue at passport control, we felt a tingle of excitement at the prospect of our short stay in Las Vegas.

Skyhawk II, a four seater plane, was waiting for us in the town of 1770/Agnes Water in East Coast Australia. Bruce, the pilot, asked us to draw straws to choose who was going to get the front seat.

The cattle holding area reeked of fear. Lying or standing in their own excrement, the fly infested, bony creatures were fastened to dilapidated wooden fence posts by dirty ropes tied around their necks.

Have you ever begged in a developing country? I have.

The photograph of Jamil’s nephew was taken not long before he was murdered. It occupies a prominent position in this airy apartment in east Beirut.

I held on to Roj’s pistol belt as he pulled me through the darkness towards a tree under whose boscage we could safely smoke without being seen by the drones.

The winter sun rose steadily over the savannah landscape of the Selati Game Reserve in the Limpopo Province of South Africa.

Did I really want to spend 2.5 hours on a bus traversing the coastline of Greece, then another 5 hours on a ferry, just to reach the reputed beautiful island of Alonissos in the Northern Sporades?

The white sandy beach, lined with lush palm trees, is in the distance. The Kenyan sun is beating down on your skin. The wind is blowing through your hair. The spray of the water is cooling your face.