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Despite the wonderful view of the Himalayas unfurling below us, I am not particularly optimistic about the next stages of our journey. I hate flying...
Despite the wonderful view of the Himalayas unfurling below us, I am not particularly optimistic about the next stages of our journey. I hate flying...
Among my social circle, I am famous for my financial providence, frugality and forward planning, so it will surprise absolutely no one that, when we...
One of the things my son and I try to do, as we travel the world, is to celebrate occasions we would celebrate in the...
As a trio, H, Z and I cause no little confusion to the good and tolerant folk of Laos, where we’re exploring en route to...
Bustling around the room in his new black T-shirt and jeans, gathering clothes, piling belongings on his bed, Z looks — well, I can only...
We’ve crossed five Indonesian islands to get to Kupang, and had to abandon our mission to Papua. Clearly, it’s time for a travel “plan” rethink....
Travelling as a single parent, there generally aren’t that many photos of you. The pic above is one of few with me and Z together,...
“Why go to Kupang?!” Z asks, rhetorically, standing skinny in his Simpsons PJs. “Why go to Kupang?! Because we’ve been in Kefa long enough. I’m...
In Magic Lounge, the drinking den where we sprawl on orange sofas and use their satellite internet after a day on the beaches of Kuta,...
We have come to Kuta, in the south of Lombok, to learn to surf. And the beach, Selong Belanak, 20km or so west of Kuta,...