Travel Writing Library

I had hit the two-week mark of my three-month trip travelling around Europe and I was yet to see sun. As the ferry began gliding through the Aegean Sea, and the sun began making our pale winter skin prickle...

Night was falling, and fast. One by one, the stars put on their lights against the wide canopy of a purple sky stretched out between the Himalayas. In other circumstances, I would have been standing rapt...

“Do you smell that?” asked my husband Scott. “I do,” I replied. You couldn’t miss the toxic smell that hung in the air; a combination of feces, piling garbage, and cramped living conditions.

Everyone should do it, the rite of passage holiday. Seven days of no sleep, no memory and enough alcohol to start the onset of cirrhosis of the liver. I’d spent mine in Magaluf. But as the coach pulled into Palma airport...

I learned I had failed the bar exam in October. I had months until my next chance to retake it. Tired of living in Memphis after over a decade, I relinquished my house, scattered my possessions across a dozen...

When I was at Varsity in Cape Town, my parents came to visit and we decided to travel up the West Coast of South Africa. There are basically two roads to choose from when travelling in this part of the world, the main...

It had all started so well. Uyuni, several thousand metres up in the Bolivian Altiplano, was a traveller’s hub with a frontier feel. Backpackers had either just arrived across the Salar de Uyuni salt lake from the lunar-like...

From my position I could get a clear view of the rib cage and the insides of the stomach, the sight of which churned up my own insides. I tried to move away but the rudimentary wooden floor beneath my feet began to creak...

It is also the word used for the grieving ceremony which follows a death in East Africa.

There was no dusk those first few days at the Torres del Paine; evening just came down. It seemed to rush in randomly minutes after we’d arrived at the campsites and Alejandra muttered Argentinian curses against it...