Travel Writing Library

The drone of the small aircraft’s engine had me hypnotized as we flew farther into the Alaskan bush. I had seen the great beauty of the Brooks Range on other flights, but this one was a little different.

I’ve got a confession to make: I’m a bit of an adventure prude. I like to think of myself as an adventurous person, but when it comes down to the nitty gritty, the truth is I’m not. There are the extreme adventurers...

There is a single interesting thing to do in Astana, the capital of Kazakhstan. In front of the parliament building stands the Astana Tower. If you go inside it and pay a few pennies to a frumpy woman in a recycled...

An old lady emerged from the trees and hobbled towards us as we waited at the barrier. She must have heard our campervan engine.

My husband, Dave, drove our RV to meet some of our friends in Morro Bay for a three-day vacation. I really wasn’t sure I even wanted to go, you know, one ocean looks the same as another. So to speak.

Driftwood antlers lie abandoned on the leaf-duned forest floor; from the chiaroscuro of dappled woodland, a sepia smudge slowly crystallizes into deconstructed hart: damp mushroom nose, a furtive snuffling in...

As though traversing invisible tight ropes our arms flailed wildly as the force of the current pushed the water high up over our thighs and the rounded boulders of the river bed rolled treacherously beneath our bruised bare feet.

“Maybe we should pull in here”, my girlfriend suggested. “Hmmm, I can’t imagine they’d have a petrol station”, I pessimistically retorted.

Jo and I hitched out of Marsabit on the back of an overloaded goods lorry. The road, if you can call it that, was a faint trail cut through a desolate, rocky moonscape. We bounced around for twelve hours like the sacks...

All around was perfect like a picture postcard. I was in the beautiful ski resort of St Anton in Austria. It was everything I’d ever dreamt of. Skiing had always been there in my mind as potentially the ideal...