They say that you never forget your first time – and for me that was in Seville. While strolling along in the unfiltered sunshine, sharp flashes of light caught my eye. This was it, this was what I had heard about:
In Britain, talking about the weather is an accepted, even expected, way to start, finish and sometimes fill a conversation. Every time it snows, the country grinds to a halt and…
Despite the stillness of the water, there’s no sound of silence. Insects skim across the reeds with a soft buzz and woodpeckers…
The Okavango Delta is the world’s largest inland delta. Between reeds and palm trees, “the Delta” in Botswana nurtures crocodiles and herons, impala and elephants, locals and, for a while at least, me. While wildlife is abundant, electricity is scarce. So, here’s a taste of what I’ll be blogging about in the weeks to come [...]
s it turned out, this was Petrol Art, a creative enterprise distilled from the desire to convert environmental damage into something more worthwhile.
Ronnie Scott’s has become a byword for top quality music. At least to everyone I know. Sadly, as is often the case in all things musical, I was playing catch up from the moment I heard the word “acoustic.” So…
Words from one of Formula One’s secret masterminds, Italian-born Race Engineer Gianluca Pisanello from Lotus Racing…
Steam shoots out of the earth and the sound of furious bubbling travels through the air. Here, only a few hours from Tokyo, this fierce, smoking whirlpool is…
It’s a surreal feeling, to come this close. For although the eyes of thousands are watching him, someone now watches me.
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…
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, [...]
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.
France does not claim steak tartare as its own…
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.
ABOUT ME: I’m a journalist with a passion for travel and a background in Neuroscience and Emergency Medicine.
Inside the Travel Lab blogs about the world of unusual journeys.
