Travel Writing Library

The three of us were about to enter the highly restricted exclusion zone around Chernobyl's reactor. Myself, a science teacher friend, and our guide - Yuri, in his noisy Lada, complete with pine cone air freshener...

Visiting Alaska has always been a dream of mine. So when I had the opportunity to go on a work-paid trip for one week, I was ecstatic.

I entered a tiny room alongside a dozen fellow ‘actors’ to meet the casting director of an Indonesian coffee commercial - ‘Kopiko’.

Gasping for air as I enter the sacred church of San Juan Chamula whose intense energy takes my breath away.

We must’ve stuck out like a sun-deprived thumb, my boyfriend and I as we walked through the streets of Havana at eight am, unnaturally alert.

Loitering outside the austere concrete monolith that were the police headquarters, instinct told me we should be lying low. Instead, we were trying to draw attention to ourselves while hopping around on the...

Well, er, the problem was, I thought I saw a real live mermaid. Get that? Loping on Bali’s Lovina beach one day, I came across a troglodytic Indonesian man...

The sun sets quickly in Kenya, like a weary child nodding once, twice, before surrendering to the night. On the Masai plains, where the world seems both older and somehow more wild, darkness comes like a thief.

A 26 hour Tuk-Tuk, boat, bus, train and van ride was all that separated Koh Tao from Thailands second city Chiang Mai. We headed north to see off the drinking as our livers were becoming as weak Monty Burns after a workout.

The goat turned its head and looked at me. It was small for a goat, black, with dainty little hoofs. Its eyes, however, were like all goats’ eyes – yellow and evil. It was perched on a small wooden trolley in the middle of...