Travel Writing Library

The sound of gongs sounded from the speakers on the left and right betang (long house) in the hill of village of Sadaniang, Sadaniang District, Pontianak Regency, West Borneo, Indonesia, on Wednesday, May, 4th, 2011.

Sozzled, pissed, twisted: just some of the words which could be used to describe my state when I first met Pablo. I had just been told that by the volunteer organisation for whom I had flown all the way to Nicaragua...

My idea of heaven is to play golf on the West Coast of Ireland in mid-summer. Except the last time I tried it, I was battered by 30mph winds and horizontal rain that stung my face like miniature darts thrown...

The most fascinating person I ever met was a village.

Kayenta, Arizona, with a population of less than 5,000 sprang up from the desert floor, a brief dusting of small, rundown buildings as we whizzed through the Arizona landscape on our journey home from Santa Fe.

Sonu, unpretentious and hushed in the delivery of his sentences, hoped I found Kathmandu to be homely.

The business end of the snake was already inside a hole in the bank but enough of it was still sliding across the path, shiny black in the torchlight, to make me to wonder why I had fancied a few days in Peruvian Amazonia.

My calves were stuck to the mat and my back felt broken beyond repair. Rivulets of sweat gathered in the wrinkles of my forehead and my cheeks shivered with the strain. I focussed on the window but the...

They whistled and giggled in gay abandon, like girls not yet out of adolescence, although their well-developed womanly forms clearly indicated shapely specimens of that exquisite species – French mid-twenties females.

The trials and tribulations of exchanging money in Myanmar (Burma)'Min-gala-ba' beamed our taxi driver with a sky wide smile and bug-eyed enthusiasm. In clear opposition of his perceived natural...