Travel Writing Library

I’d agree it wasn’t the best way to start a marriage. Spending three months walking 1,500 kilometres across France and Spain with my new husband was one thing. With my father-in law was quite another.

“IT’S YOUR FAULT WE’RE LOST…TURN BACK,” was just some of the irate lingo bawled out at me when things started to go wrong. And, because of my noticeable driving gaffe, it was certain that ample more tongue-lashings...

Several million years ago, our ancestors lived in the endless forests of Africa. The trees were their home, and they moved through them as easily and effortlessly as modern-day Chimpanzees.

WE guessed he was dumb or maybe he just had nothing to say. As the big Arab shook us awake the travel clock flashed 4.30am.

After an abortive attempt at romance in Paris, I left suddenly for Greece. For as long as my travel memory, I’d wanted to go there. It would be an affair with place. The train departed near midnight.

One of the worst journeys of my life was on a flight from Brisbane to Bangkok… My travelling companions were friend Sylvia, my twenty year old daughter Katrina and her friend Kerri.

The banana leaves wilted in the noon sun and assumed the features of the faces that they covered. Temporary shrouds offering a hint of dignity to the row of corpses that lay by the roadside.

Ozzy Osbourne would have loved this, but I was not Ozzy.

When you get hurt, you feel pain in your body. But when your heart is hurt, how do you feel? Heart is something that cannot be counted by a number.

When I had occasion to cross the English Channel from Le Havre to Southampton, I was not only heavy with child, but full of delight because I was finally on my way to South Africa after several anxious months...