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 bushveldt it was dry and th...

I'm floating weightless and upside down over an alien landscape inhabited by fantastic creatures. The only sound is my own breathing (well, Darth Vader's to ...

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 town had that folorn l...

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

"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,” he said “gets in your...

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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 have kicked him a cou...

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 Irun, the first town ...

“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 Camino but many caminos;...

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 worker bees in their ...