Call me a masochist, but for me, one of the joys of travelling is the actual journey – that delicious period of time pre-destination when you fling yourself onto the mercy of the Gods. Timetables and schedules become nothing more than hallucinatory dreams. And the unexpected is always expected. Jetting about in business class, fake-smiled [...]

At this particular moment, Karma didnt seem to have a very high opinion of me. As I fumbled through the recesses of my mind I felt certain that I had paid my debts on all past wrongdoings. But Karma was shaking its head at me – there was something still outstanding. Apparently I was still [...]

The worn, sun-bleached swans looked out across the waters with seemingly doleful expressions. Crude metal cage frames protruded from their plastic bodies. The overcast sky above showed no signs of changing. Walking along the pebble-stoned beach, with its abandoned swan-shaped pedalos I suddenly felt as though I was back in England. There is a very [...]

Sometimes travelling is like that moment when you arrive at a party, your eyes scanning the crowd before resting on the only other girl wearing the same Zara dress as you. This is particularly true when travelling through Peru and Bolivia. The same routes have been mapped out and the same timings planned so that [...]

The adrenaline which had been coursing through my body for the past hour and a half had dissipated all at once. Now I became keenly aware of the aching muscles which the adrenaline had masked to push me on further and further. The shallow gasps of breath desparate for more air. The rush of movement [...]