Inside the Travel Lab

I’m afraid I can’t write a suitable excerpt for this piece. I needed every word I used in the article…

As a child, I always wanted to swim with dolphins. And if I’m honest, as an adult as well.

Swimming with dolphins has become a cliché in the repertoire of half-formed dreams, wishes and wonderings of those who realise that their time on this earth is limited. Yet…

The sun that sets in Key West is not subtle. It flames across the sky, capturing clouds in its blaze of amber, scarlet and peach, drawing their lilac-grey sighs into a resplendent performance…For all the colourful language, it’s true…

This is a terrible photo. It’s taken with a point-and-shoot about as old as shoulder pads and legwarmers. It has splashes from water and glare from the sun (just in case you hadn’t noticed.) It’s also one of my favourite photos…

Street Performer in Mallory Square, Key West at Sunset

I’m travelling through the Floriday Keys this week and, as an experiment, I’ll bring you a photo each day to give you a flavour of…

Water. In the space called Frederick Sound, the water waits silently. There’s a grey – or even silver – hue to the air and the frosted breath of everyone on board seems to add to the tension.

Seville has started its annual swelter for summer and it looks like the rest of Europe’s not far behind. So, for a quick chill out on this Friday afternoon, I thought I’d delve into the archives and bring you plenty of ice, ice baby, in the form of the Perito Moreno glacier in Patagonia.

It’s one of the few glaciers in the world that’s

Seattle’s Pike Place Market has pulled off an outrageously flamboyant version of the American Dream: it’s made selling fish sexy.

It’s a narrow wooden bridge, so when a girl runs past, the reverberations affect us all. She’s a teenager, or maybe older, in classic blue jeans and US sneakers, with flowing blonde hair. A few minutes later I see her again, wrapped in a traditional Tlingit cloak and chanting with her ancestors.

We’ve crossed the bridge to the space outside Chief Shakes’ House, some 1000 miles north of Seattle.

In Cuba, I spent most of my time on the streets. It’s a Caribbean country with a laid-back vibe, whatever its international stereotype and ongoing political conflicts.

As you may know, I love street art. It…