Travel Writing Library

Staring at the sparkling new ring on my finger, I couldn’t stop smiling as I began this romantic adventure into marriage.

After have been backpacking the world in the most challenging and amazing places for almost one and a half year we ended up in Zanzibar, this was going to be our last stop before heading home to Europe and Sweden again.

These are not the words a boyfriend wants to hear as he arrive at Rome’s Termini train station, an hour before their bus is due to leave for the airport.

The hacking cough of a fellow traveller kicks up clouds of choking dust. Fine grains of sand scratch my eyes and the air tastes like a filthy cloth stuffed down my throat.

Sometimes when an offer looks too good to be true – it often is!

Easter at the end of March in Cornwall was bound to be cold and wet but we went with happy hearts out into the freedom to Hellman Tor.

After a month travelling in Africa my husband, Doug and I felt we'd become fairly well acquainted with the public transport system in Malawi.

It was 1:30am when the train inched its way slowly into the eerily empty station, lit only by a single orange light that managed to feebly cast its dim hue just a few feet, more of a magnet for flying insects...

The trip to Europe was set! Business before pleasure was the itinerary. At the Tampa airport, my flight to Atlanta was delayed due to bad weather.

Dreams of sun-kissed beaches, golden sunsets and golden rum supped to the soundtrack of steel bands ran round my head. The prospect of the weekly party on Shirley Heights; the island steeped in a shared...