“Don’t you get scared? Travelling alone?” The girl from Paris spears a piece of pineapple as she looks towards me, across a table groaning with freshly cooked food. Outside, the sounds…
Our small plane soared over South Africa’s rugged landscape as we flew toward the MalaMala Game Reserve. With the Kruger National Park sprawled out down below, I began to stare into the trees in earnest,…
Where’s the most stunning place you’ve stayed the night? For me, it’s Culzean Castle, Scotland. I’ve always been obsessed with staying in quirky places. Lighthouses, churches, treehouses, giant hammocks: you name it,…
This week, I flicked back through my diary and realised that it’s almost been a full year since I arrived home in London after eighteen months spent travelling through my favourite continent. One year since…
It was midnight at Euston Station. The rain was pouring outside, slicking its way down the carriage windows of the Caledonian Sleeper train. I opened my compartment door, wheeling a hastily…
Whenever I think of Morocco, I think of Moroccan leather. For some reason, leather has always been my achilles heel of travelling. No matter how many countries I visit, I still can’t walk past a…
I took a pinch of biltong between my fingers and stuffed into my mouth. The dry meat was salty, tangy, and really quite delicious: from across the Blue Train’s carriage, Vanessa…
When you think of a country’s icons, what comes to mind? Is it the red phone boxes and double decker buses that throng London’s city streets? The Empire State Building that towers above…
I’ll admit, I hadn’t exactly planned to get naked in a Moroccan hammam. And yet, on the afternoon of International Women’s Day, I sat on the beautifully tiled floor of a…
Walking in a city is an interesting occupation. At every step there are groups of people to squeeze between, smears of dog mess to hopscotch around and stretched-out wads of dirty…