The first incarnation of this blog was born of a broken foot. A bunk-bed mishap in southern Argentina several years ago – I’ll say no more – saw my travel plans dashed, but ultimately led to a second South American adventure and the recounting of said adventures online. Today, these pages continue to document my wanderings around the planet (on two fully working feet) and the musings of my mind as I do so. They also feature a portfolio of my work.
There’s an unmistakeable moment – just one – that completely captures solo travel for me. It is the instant, relieved of my bags and assured of a place to sleep for the night, that I step out onto a foreign street in well-worn (but usually impractical) shoes...6 November 20189 Comments
Voices mumble and a guitar starts up, a gentle melody to which Steve soon starts singing in French. “No no no, wait, please stop,” I hear my 19-year-old voice say more than once. “Please. Start again...13 October 2018No comment
The first time I tried to read The English Patient, it took me seven months and I laboured through every word. I endured it because it was a gift and I felt obliged, but I absorbed nothing. Two years later, I was obliged again when it found its way onto...26 June 20187 Comments