Ten Things Travel Writers Do That Folk Who Are on Holiday Don’t Do
I’ve written before about how fundamentally unglamorous it is to be a freelance writer. There are also many ways in which writing about travel for...
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I Gave up Smoking Six Weeks Ago. When Do I Start Feeling Good, Again?
For more than a quarter of a century, I was an absolutely dedicated smoker. A two-packs-a-day, anytime, anyplace, anywhere smoker. A smoke-ring-blowing, lighter-stealing, ashtray-filling semi-professional...
5.30am Is No Time to Wake Up
For the first week of Chinese school, our routine has been: wake up at 6am, breakfast, dress, and leave the house at 6.40 to make...
In Search of the Harbin Ice Sculptures
We haven’t, frankly, had the best start to 2013. Or Harbin, for that matter. Among other observations on life in minus 30, I can confirm...
In Pokhara – with the Plague
Had things gone according to plan, Zac and I should have been heading up a glacier today, en route to Everest Base Camp. But… this...
A Wander Through My Inbox
“As one of America’s favorite travel bloggers,” the email concludes, “I’d appreciate if you could consider sharing…” I am flattered by this for about a...
Yes, Minus 22 Degrees Is Pretty Chilly, Thanks
One of many difficult questions I faced in balmy, lovely Indonesia was: “Is it cold in England?” Because, what do you say to folk who...
Travel Planning 2012 — Or, Getting My Sh*t Together, Sort Of
I had high hopes for our sojourn in Blighty. By approximately, umm, now, Z and I would have completed a whirlwind tour of the UK,...
Work Is Work, Wherever You Are…
I see a lot of blog posts selling the dream. The dream of location independence. Of life as a digital nomad. The dream of the...