A priest. A still-beating heart. Blood flowing down sacrificial steps until it flooded the ground some 30 metres below.
That’s my first mental image of Mayan culture, the…
The Americas, both North and South, have enough travel experiences to keep you busy for a lifetime. Start here for travel ideas and inspiration from the world’s “youngest” continent…

A priest. A still-beating heart. Blood flowing down sacrificial steps until it flooded the ground some 30 metres below.
That’s my first mental image of Mayan culture, the…

When the change came, the island held its breath. What would happen the following day?
Would people turn up to work? Or would they leave?

Sometimes, you need to take the time to stop. To pause for breath. To fill your senses with everything that’s beautiful and to let the world’s cares, concerns and curmudgeonly characteristics sit sloppily in a pile to be dealt with tomorrow…

The problem, if you happened to be a slave owner, was that slaves just kept on dying. It was bad for business. Arguably, this also caused problems if you happened to be a slave, but…

Part two about slavery in Barbados – and how it’s not what you might expect.

I’m not sure which I saw first. The creeping hands…The lashing tail…Fervent, frantic, fevered wings dipping into water…Or something else entirely……

The Club, Barbados My room has the perfect view. At dawn, sparkle spills across the [...]

But let’s face it, they’re a great place to start I’m writing this in a [...]

“In the cool of the evening we rode in the country and were perfectly enraptured [...]

“If you see a door, open it.”
No, these weren’t the words of a self-help guru or spiritual master. These were the words of a Torontonian as she left us at…

It started in a hostel. Or perhaps a budget hotel. A misguided gesture of love – my boyfriend at the time doing the laundry for me. It became an unequal disaster. Two passports in a…

I’m not sure where you are this early November morning, but I’m seeping through the slow winter mist and feeling slightly invisible. Just the time, I thought, to rustle up these…

If travel teaches you anything, it is this: that one man’s hangover-inducing, paint-stripping, memory-erasing spirit shot is another man’s artisanal specialty. Take tequila…

It’s one of those days. My fingertips are racing across the keyboard, images of cinnamon, chilli spice and chocolate dance through my head and my notebook overfloweth with scribbles of what I have seen. Or, more accurately…

Sometimes life has a very sweet symmetry. This weekend I travel to Mexico, to stand [...]

This summer, I was lucky enough to make a solo trip to Alaska. While this wasn’t my first

We navigate upstream in dugout canoes. A man with an outboard motor is in the back…

The view from where I’m sitting involves a stack of post-it notes, papers and files. Through the window, a limp and lifeless cloud suffocates the air, not shifting, not darkening. Nothing.
So instead…

Fast forward to the close-set streets of Cartagena, in sticky, colourful Colombia and her words resurfaced after all these years…
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