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It was just before midnight. Our slow procession blinked past the checkpoint, wisps of hair [...]
Tomorrow it will be too late to plan and too late to pack.
Tomorrow, the dragon route begins…
Kakadu. The sound is soft yet distinctive, like a bird call that rolls and unfolds across the willows and the reeds, the waters, the low and smoky air, to reach me on the scrunched and scorched soil. On the earth that is itself Kakadu.
Sometimes I dream that I am falling. Apparently, everyone does. But more often than that…
It’s an inauspicious start. No map. No SatNav. No cash – my very last dihram cleared out by the unexpected fuel charge.
No internet access to check the route. No signal on my iPhone. Just a pen, a scrap of paper and a hastily scribbled map, uneven streaks of biro connecting Moroccan towns that appeared on a picture in the hotel lobby.
The final instalment of the Iron Route Journey. East, West, Good, Bad, Win, Lose, Draw.
Another look at 1989.
Sometimes things go wrong in life. The printer at the car hire company breaks, the sat nav doesn’t work, the
What should you do once you’ve seen the classics? With Big Ben, Westminster Abbey and
Eighteen days ago I set out on a journey of more than a thousand miles. It took me through nine different countries, six different currencies, two continents and it strayed both in and out of
In 1989 the Berlin Wall fell. I was at school at the time and I wasn’t entirely sure what all the fuss was about. Fast forward through the years and despite – or perhaps because of – having studied it briefly, watched the odd Bond film and read plenty of spy thrillers (both fact and fiction,) I’m still not all that sure.
Then There’s Ljubljana…
As I type this out, I’m sitting in darkness, my face lit only by the glow of my computer screen. There’s sand beneath my feet
I’d been to Paris once before. It was one of those rush around the museums by coach on a tight schedule affairs, one minute looking at bizarre hanging installations in the Pompidou Centre…
In the world’s largest delta, transport takes place on water. While a few motorised boats cruise along the main waterway, to travel through the reeds, you still need a traditional mokoro…
At 2039 metres above sea level in Austria, someone is watching. One hundred someones in fact…
No, I’m not talking about the life of James Bond (or at least, not as far as I know.)
I’m talking about life as a conflict resolution and peacebuilding specialist, a real life job with plenty of travel and overwhelming responsibility…
Emerging from Clapham Junction’s grey and predictable train station, I saw him straight away. A scarlet…
“Mental salvation,” Jean-Marc tells me when I ask why he left his banking job to run a charity full time. He talks about his dismay at the practices in the City in the run up to the crisis. Then he tells me about his son…
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