Travel Writing Library

Our tracker, Shadrack, leads the way through the African bush. My family and I have spent days adventuring with him in an open air land cruiser. On safari, encountering all the big five.

The Jeep takes off over a hump in the dirt path, launching our heads at the roof. In the back, the four of us sink low on the two side facing benches, pressing our shoulders into the walls and jamming our feet under the person opposite.

I was born and raised in Britain, have spent my entire life here. My parents originate from Pakistan. My breathtaking travel moment took place in a crop field in the village of Jhelum, Pakistan.

When considering the most breathtaking travel moment Ive ever had, Im reminded of the movie Blade Runner, and Roy Battys tears in rain monologue.

In 2012 I was selected for the sainsburys school games which was taking part in the olympic venue in London. I was selected to play in the table tennis.

We drive the days away watching sharp, bare, blinding-white architecture and walls of endless glass surrender to weathered wood, moss roofs, and gingerbread.

Somewhere in the pitch-black above me our guide Mario is shouting in Spanish while below my friend Julien is trying to give me advice in French and I begin to panic in English.

So Ive read the book, listened to the lectures, watched the demonstrations, carried out the practical and sat the exam. I have proved to the ever smiling instructor that I can indeed, swim.

The view through the little window was absolutely mesmerizing. Rainforest as far as the eye can see. The canopy filled hills appeared to be green waves of jungle flowing across the entire landscape.

Negro’s hooves clattered rhythmically across the sand. As we traversed the curving beach, the emerald greens and deep blues of an earthly paradise sped past my eyes at a furious speed.