Have you ever thought about snorkeling Silfra Rift in winter? Grey rain lashed against the windows as our little minibus pulled into a car park in the middle of the Icelandic…
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Bad weather looms over Valletta harbour; the summer is almost finished along Malta’s coastline.…
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“Oh my goodness!” The breath had been knocked out of my lungs. Or rather, not knocked so much as shoved. The shover in question was a middle aged American woman who…
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Walking through the baking streets of this little Southern Indian town, I stopped for a slice of watermelon. I’m pretty sure the salesman was expecting quite a large amount of business…
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I’ve been ‘back from Asia’ for three months now. Which also means it’s approximately three months more until I head out to Ecuador and discover whether teaching English to a group of…
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Walking behind a group of Maasai warriors in Kenya, as they prepare to demonstrate their renowned Adumu, or “warrior”, jumping dance.…
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This morning, I’m making my way to Gatwick, an airport I’ve frequented many times. I’m off to catch a flight to Morocco, on what will be my twentieth airborne journey this year alone. But…
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Just outside Šiauliai, the wind moves between a thousand crosses made from wood and metal, plastic and string. The air is never quiet here.…
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I’m a first-time volunteer at Iceland Airwaves. Standing in a sweaty store cupboard, mere inches away from the main stage at Reykjavik’s Harpa concert hall, I hold up a green tee shirt…
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I wandered down the catwalk-worthy thoroughfare of my airy London office. All around me, hard working fingers typed confidently onto shiny keyboards. The smell of coffee and Pret A Manger sandwiches…