Travel Writing Library

The cattle holding area reeked of fear. Lying or standing in their own excrement, the fly infested, bony creatures were fastened to dilapidated wooden fence posts by dirty ropes tied around their necks.

Have you ever begged in a developing country? I have.

The photograph of Jamil’s nephew was taken not long before he was murdered. It occupies a prominent position in this airy apartment in east Beirut.

The winter sun rose steadily over the savannah landscape of the Selati Game Reserve in the Limpopo Province of South Africa.

I held on to Roj’s pistol belt as he pulled me through the darkness towards a tree under whose boscage we could safely smoke without being seen by the drones.

Did I really want to spend 2.5 hours on a bus traversing the coastline of Greece, then another 5 hours on a ferry, just to reach the reputed beautiful island of Alonissos in the Northern Sporades?

The white sandy beach, lined with lush palm trees, is in the distance. The Kenyan sun is beating down on your skin. The wind is blowing through your hair. The spray of the water is cooling your face.

‘Sit there’, he commanded, pointing his rifle towards the sand- filled sacks pushed against the walls of the main room. The tiny three- roomed stone bungalow was damp and freezing, yet despite this...

Wyoming is wildly, unaccountably vast. Its relentless desert landscape, home to just half a million people, goes on for miles. Birds flap, hopelessly, in the blue void of the sky.

The officers were putting their foot down; we were sprinting as fast as one can with 15 kilos of pannier bags stuffed with the essentials for life, but we could not catch the police car.