NeilIsland, The Andaman Islands
The sea was warm and calming like a luxurious bath. It lapped up against my skin and cooled me as I floated there on the surface. The sun beat down, scorching my skin.
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Crossing Over
As soon as we had crossed into Algeria, it was clear that something wasn’t right. Our shared taxi was slowing down and speeding up, and staggering from side to side like an overloaded, drunken donkey.
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Scaring the demons
In Delhi the tempo increased as the third night of Diwali -the Indian festival of light - approached. There was excitement in the air and a buzz of expectation.
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The Lofoten Archipelago
We walked through the silent village, the streets covered in wild flowers, the arctic summer light suffusing the sky and sea, low and warm and constant.
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Sacred Sand
The crisp wind whips around my body as I look out onto the ocean that lies before me. Closing my eyes, I hear peace and feel the serenity that encompasses this sacred sand.
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Thai food, in a shack, up a mountain, in a thunderstorm
A part of a two-week road trip around the USA we found ourselves at the top of a mountain in the middle of Tennessee. After chatting, ice tea, cookies and a hike we decided we needed some food.
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And the winner is…
The Pelicans By R Bass. Many congratulations to our winner who wins the first prize and will see their article in the January edition of "Geographical" magazine. To see the comments on the piece by Jeremy Lazell, click on "More Details".
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A Surprise Encounter
It was 1959, and I was on Ice Station Charlie in the deep Arctic, doing research on ice drift, melting and refreezing. During the summer, aircraft cannot land on the soft undependable sea ice riddled with melt ponds...
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One Okavango Night
We settled into our tent aware that the noise of the night did not observe fabric boundaries. I thought I heard a crunching sound coming from the far end of the tent clearing. The crunching crept closer and closer and...
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The Pelicans
The slightest tic-tic-ticking of the motor harmonized perfectly with the steady rise and fall and rise on the tidal waves of the Senegal River. I rocked slowly, through the Djoudj National Bird Park to absorb the crisp salt air...
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