Travel Diary: On Sweat and Cambodian Fever

As it’s Travel Tuesday today and because I haven’t posted one for a while, here’s a short and sweet nugget from the Travel Diary on, rather appropriately as the sun is out (or inappropriately if your mind is politely inclined), sweat and the relentless heat we encountered wandering around Angkor Wat in Siem Reap, Cambodia….

Travel Diary: Into the Eye of the Sun in Ko Tao, Thailand

I was recently asked if I would take a trip to Dubai and the first thing that popped into my head (besides bloody hell, aren’t I lucky) was ‘yes!’ An escape from the relentless grey skies and thundering, sopping, drenching British rain. Dubai has never been too far up on my travel wishlist but, at…

Travel Diary: Backpackers and Rucksack Fatigue

This weekend I took a trip back home to my parents’ house in Hampshire and, while I am still working on transcribing the intricacies and transient deliciousness of Japanese food, I’m also contemplating lugging a suitcase back to London this afternoon on the train. Image: michael pollak I always seem to leave my childhood house…

Travel Diary: Indian Trains and Restaurant Menus

Image: 2ose Illegible scribblings, doodles and snatches from the dirty, scuffed travel diary I kept while travelling around South East Asia in 2008. On Ordering from the Menu in India “A menu is essentially useless here. They will either not have or not have the inclination to cook half the dishes from it. Ordering merely one…

Children with Matches

In honour of Imogen’s first post on the Mongolian Steppes, I unearthed one from the archives. A strange, not-particularly-autobiographical snapshot into two idiotically young lives at one frozen moment in time. Children with Matches. They liked to document their moments together in film. To look at these neatly arranged, fiercely coloured pictures was to see…

Contemplating Solitude: The Mongolian Steppes

‘End of tourist season…end of tourist season’ echoes through my brain as I sit alone in my ger. Mongolia, the land of extremes – geographically, socially, emotionally. Minute by minute struggling to adapt to the quiet, the isolation, the barrenness of the Mongolian wilderness. Yet I am not alone, of course. I only feel this isolation…

Blue on Blue: One Man and His Dog

Last December I was lucky enough to have one of the most exhilarating travel experiences of my life: five days learning how to mush my own pack of huskies in the near perpetual darkness of a Norwegian winter. You can read a snapshot of the trip here, but I can’t let the story go without…

Paper Houses

On the strange combination of privacy and exposure that comes with sleeping in a tent in the middle of night, the ritualistic night-time etiquette of being surrounded by strangers, cocooned and swaddled but separated from the sky by a thin skin of material. Scribbled in Ethiopia, at the summit of a peak in the Simien…

The Photographer’s Box

On the ocassionally agonising process of being secretly photographed or, worse, someone stealing a picture while you gradually realise and your body begins to tense to rigor mortis levels as you freeze and attach your photo grimace. The reverie on light and cloud and sky, the beige descriptive patter interrupted by the squeeze of a…