Posts Tagged ‘#indie30’

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……

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…

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…

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…

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,…