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The Safari Symphony- The Okavango Delta, Botswana
Aug 26, 2010
Despite the stillness of the water, there’s no sound of silence. Insects skim across the reeds with a soft buzz and woodpeckers…
Category: Travel Lab Reports
In The Spotlight with Kasabian- the 2010 Music Festival in Benicassim (FIB)
Jul 16, 2010
The air in Benicassim throbs with heat, with screams, with expectation. Overhead somewhere, the sky must be thick with darkness but right here, right now…
Inside Action at the Valencia Grand Prix
Jun 29, 2010
“It’s about to get extremely loud in here, guys,” says the Lotus spokesman. “Really loud.” I’m in the Lotus Formula One team garage – and with…
Try To Forget About the Ku Klux Klan
Apr 04, 2010
On a spring afternoon, with orange blossom filtering the sunshine, I saw my first one. Looming tall and dressed entirely in black, the hood masked his face before rising upwards to a point above his head. His hands were gloved, the dark robe flowing and two, blinking dark eyes…
A Cold and Lonely Path: Into Auschwitz
Mar 25, 2010
I’m running through Kraków’s bus station, spinning around to see coaches lined up behind me and smaller trams rattling through the concrete space below. My eyes jump around, searching for D8, for…
Liquid Gold & Mud Slides
Mar 09, 2010
It all started with the police check last night.
Torchlight zig-zagged across the car and we huddled in the backseat.
“You are English,” said the policeman. “And yet you say you want…
How Whales Saved Fishermen
Feb 18, 2010
Pedro Martina’s sun-worn face lights up as he grabs my shoulder and points into the distance.
“Three of them are under the water now,” he says. It’s certainly not the first time Pedro has hunted whales…
Ghosts Underground
Feb 02, 2010
The Museum of the International Red Cross and Crescent, Geneva They stand together. Arms shackled, faces covered, feet bare, their posture somehow shrieking both defiance and despair. They huddle in the corner and a wide space surrounds them. Reflective glass panels form the walls in this courtyard, while white sail sheets stretch over their heads, [...]
Searching for Volcanoes
Jan 19, 2010
Speeding along the tarmac road, I wonder how long it’s been since I last took a normal breath. The road drops…
The Three Kings Festival
Jan 06, 2010
The crowd cheers and I duck as a rainbow of hardboiled missiles pelts down around me. A moment later, men, women and children scrabble around on the lamplit pavement, their hands brushing mine, their fingernails gouging mud and fruity pulp…
The Blogger, the Coast and the Segway.
Dec 21, 2009
It’s an ominous start to the day: dragging 40 kilos of equipment through Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter. We are a group of travel bloggers; the demonic machine, the Segway.
Soothing Souls – The Legacy of Salts Mill
Nov 26, 2009
Everyone talks in whispers, the omnipresent classical music giving the atmosphere of a reverential mass, or perhaps a mix between a library, an art gallery and heartbreak hotel.
Hiroshima Today
Aug 06, 2009
As the sleek shinkansen train slid into Hiroshima station, I admit I felt nervous. Yet for all the studies and reports, I was still unprepared for what I saw.
P-p-p-pick up a Pepper – Basque Life in Espelette
Jul 03, 2009
If I could only use one word to describe my trip around the Basque country it would be colour.
Water Takes No Prisoners – Three Days in the Peak District
Jun 08, 2009
A visit to England’s oldest National Park had me reflecting on bravery, sacrifice, and the need for waterproof trousers.
Water takes no prisoners in the Peak District.
When Roses are Thorns
May 07, 2009
“I’m sorry,” said the dark-eyed receptionist. “We’re full. You find place, you must take it.” He sucked air through his teeth and shook his head. “Otherwise your only hope is Roses.”
LAB REPORT: MARSEILLES
Apr 03, 2009
Marseilles seems proud of its bad-boy image. As a sailor’s city, the Old Port’s promenade is awash with fresh blue paint and a salty breeze. Its reputation is formidable, its spirit rebellious. Above all, Marseilles is a city to be heard.
It Doesn’t Take Two to Tango
Mar 02, 2009
Ah, you can almost hear the accordion in your mind. The stomp and the swish of the dancers. The haughty stare and ice-licked face of the star, raven hair tight against her scalp.
Or, you can see a rambling, scruffy line of pale-faced young men shuffling forwards in clear and present embarrassment.
