What Country Am I In, Again?
Still damp from the hot springs we have been swimming in, we are barrelling through the back streets of Siwa, an oasis town in Egypt’s...
Still damp from the hot springs we have been swimming in, we are barrelling through the back streets of Siwa, an oasis town in Egypt’s...
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...
Jamie’s mum sits next to us on our flight from the UK to Egypt. She’s 68, looks mid-50s, did facials for Olivier and Richard Harris,...
“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...
It’s a big bike. A very big bike. A tall, chunky trail bike, so high my feet would barely touch the ground, its heavy-duty engine...
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,...
Struggling to get off the ferry, I begin to wonder whether my wizard wheeze, to ride a motorbike through Indonesia to Papua with my ten-year-old...
We have been intending to get to Papua for roughly seven years, ever since Z and I first started talking about travelling together, around the...
Eleven years ago today, I woke up, vomited copiously, bought a pregnancy test, and sat, with my best friend and flatmate, in the kitchen waiting...