I had a hut in Africa at the foot of the sand dunes. Down there the air was damp and heavy and crept into our clothing. Up in the bushvel...

I'm floating weightless and upside down over an alien landscape inhabited by fantastic creatures. The only sound is my own breathing (wel...

Leaving the Garden Route behind, we arrived in the resort town of Ballito, near Durban on the Dolphin Coast. It was low season and the tow...

The Garden Route to be precise. A 300 km strip of southern coastal road stretching from Mossel Bay to Port Elizabeth. All sweeping white ...

"First time here?” the guide asked as we sipped our beers round the fire in the middle of the Zambian bush. I nodded. “You'll be back,” h...

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Day 2, Irun to Pasai Donibane - I spent a restless night willing the snoring Swede in the bunk above me to roll over and shut up (I may h...

And off it, but mostly on it. A largely Tarmacadam trail today, from pretty whitewash-and-painted-shutters St Jean de Luz in France, to I...

“I’m going to walk the Camino de Santiago” you say. “Ah, but which camino?” the initiated will reply. For they know there is not One Cami...

Barcelona I love you, but you're bringing me down. So I’m 46 years old and unemployed (again). After a decade studying the behaviour of w...