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#indie30

#Indie30 – or the #Indie30 Art Project – is a 30-day challenge for travel bloggers launched by Bootsnall. Many of us are taking part. There is no prize but it forces us to write and post something every day, whether here, on Facebook or on Twitter (search for the #indie30 tag). Join me and have a read of my entries and discover many of my talented travel blogger friends.

My Perfect Trip

Manukan Island Borneo

Being asked to describe my perfect trip is a bit like asking me whether I prefer Japanese, Thai or French food. All of the above, of course. I could tell you my perfect trip involves lying on glorious beach all day watching palm fronds sway in the breeze as the tropical sunset paints the sky… [...]

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Memories of Africa

Musicians in Senegal

Is there really such a place as Africa? The question came up constantly as I backpacked across the continent for a year. Saying you’ve been to Africa is a bit like saying you’ve been to Asia. Was that Southeast Asia? Thailand? Vietnam? Or China? Perhaps you ate sushi in Tokyo? Or grilled kebabs in Georgia? [...]

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My Worst Travel Moments

Sunset over the South China Sea

The mind is an odd place - it enhances the positive and glosses over all those things that made you cry. At least that's how mine works. Travel is usually a superb experience, a series of discoveries that take me into someone else's world for days, hours or sometimes a single moment. For years afterwards [...]

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Within Earshot of the Train

Train hallway

No one should ever have shoved Paul Theroux's Great Railway Bazaar into my hands. Or allowed me to read its opening line. "Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it." The clatter of wheels on metal awakens [...]

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From Manhattan to Mud Hut

African hut

The Upper Zambezi Valley in summer is parched and dry, the ground cracked like burnt leather, wishing for rain to plump it back into shape. As the sun falls and campfires provide the only light and heat, women head off to fetch water, balancing large colored plastic containers on their heads, singing, swaying, seemingly without [...]

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Genghis Khan, the Orient Express and I

My travels began with Genghis Khan - at least that's what my father told me as a child. He said we could trace our family roots to the Golden Horde and to the Mongol Khan, or prince, who swept across the plains of Asia and into Europe, violently subduing everyone in his path. We are Tatars, [...]

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Rethinking Marrakech

Djemaa el Fna, Marrakech

I hadn't thought a place could change this much. Nearly 30 years ago I visited Marrakech and I remember a pushy, leering place, with men almost grabbing at me to get me into their shops. The only two times I'd ever been tricked in travel happened there. I spotted a handbag I liked and negotiated [...]

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