Maybe it was because I had just left behind a frigid city in the midst of winter. Maybe it was because I had arrived in Buenos Aires feeling devastated and broken. Or maybe it’s because you’re just that incredible. Whatever the reason, I fell in love with you Buenos Aires. Continue reading
‘Welcome to prison without a roof’, sighed my driver as we crossed into the West Bank. Continue reading
Shrouded in a thick blanket of fog, Bwindi Impenetrable Forest certainly looked every bit as menacing as its name suggested on the morning I was scheduled to ascend its emerald canopy. Continue reading
As travellers, we suffer a relentless assault on our sensibilities. Long days followed by sleepless nights, cold showers absent water pressure, travellers diarrhea, unsanitary toilets, overnight buses, impossibly long layovers, exhaustion bordering on the brink of hysteria and the seemingly unending quest for wifi. All washed down with a potent cocktail of travel medications. Continue reading
travelling the yellow brick road 