Travel Writing Library

- “Elisabeth, we´re going to the Great Wall of China tomorrow.” - “But!...” - “I know what you´re thinking, we´ve been on a train for twenty-one hours, we only have two days...

I was on a long haul flight, my first, and doing it alone, and I was scared, sure I would not survive the trip. What with terrorists lurking and storms rising, not to mention a rogue pilot and metal fatigue...

I’d followed him into the bazaar like a dumb animal. “We will make ika-va-ko-lo-lo,” he said, rolling the word and flashing a white smile from his handsome face. “Ika-va-ko-lo-lo. Fish with coconuts.

I was 20 years old at the time and it was my first time travelling by myself and my first visit to South East Asia so as you can imagine it was a bit of a culture shock. I was visiting one of my university friends...

It was a killer of a schedule. Three working days visiting hotels, historical palaces and magnificent private gardens, popping in restaurants and beach clubs. God bless Le Meridien hotel for pampering me with a complimentary...

“A full moon kayak?” I asked, intrigued. Dan, whom I’d met a few days ago in Bellingen, a village on Australia’s East Coast, had just invited me to join him for a paddle down the local Bellinger River.

There’s a place I didn’t want to be, better, to end up to. It all happened this Summer I still can’t figure out a concrete explanation...

One year, my husband and I visited Tangier. We had been spending time in Seville, Spain and decided to break up our stay with a weekend in Morocco. I read our travel guide before going and it warned against staying...

The searing temperatures of the mid-Australian outback sap my energy. The Stuart Highway stretches ad infinitum and the monotony of the featureless landscape and intense heat are getting to me.

The sun was shining so brightly that I instantly felt the urge to jump right into the clear blue ocean. I decided to go to the seaside for a few days and since my budget was pretty low, I wanted to stay in a youth hostel.