Travel Writing Library

A hush of expectation lay upon the land. The black hole yawned at the travellers as they stood gazing at this outcrop with excitement and some trepidation.

While traveling through India, I had to take a bus to Udaipur. The bus had two stories: one level of chairs and above was a space about three feet high for passengers to lay during the trip.

Tihar, or Diwali, came last week and I went to Pokhara for a mini vacation. After a rainstorm, dinner at a Nepali family’s house, and an impromptu whiskey with an old friend passing through Kathmandu...

Today, I and Bejal Karia, my Indian friend who is now working as IT officer in London walked a lots from Ben Thanh market to War Remnants Museum

When you say this to someone who hates being on the sea, so many stories come to mind. The ferry journey to the Scilly Isles; the boat trip to see the mail being delivered to Bishop Rock lighthouse...

It had never been my intention to live with rats but sometimes life takes a surprise turn.

KABOOM! “What the heck was that?” “Think the engine’s blown up and it’s on fire.” “When’s our flight leave?”

We had just spent the best part of 3 days on the sauce. Nha Trang is the party capital of Vietnam and we now understood why. I was by far feeling human.

A keen sense of adventure led me on an ancient trek along an old pilgrim's route in the Himalayas. I had just conquered the Kuari Pass, 5000m high and nicknamed ‘the doorway’.

My friend has exams in a few days so I cycled to his house with a bag full of fresh mangoes. It was afternoon and jasmine was out, and also being Hanuman Ji's birthday...