Three Years and Counting

June 30, 2010

Like old-aged pensioners huddled around a domino table, we travellers are not adverse to measuring our lives in days. Indeed, today marks the 1098th day — or three year anniversary — since I strapped on my seatbelt and took off from London Heathrow.

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The Kites of Kathmandu (Audio Podcast)

October 27, 2009

[audio:] This week’s LISTENup travelcast revisits the Nepali capital of Kathmandu. A city I visited two years ago, and where I penned the original entry of The Kites of Kathmandu.

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Trails of the Unexpected

September 4, 2009

I stare at the newspaper. It wasn’t me. I gawp at the television. It wasn’t me. I trawl through the internet. It wasn’t me! I listen to the radio, podcasts, and conversations on the bus. It WASN’T me! At least — I hope it wasn’t me?

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The Reprint: ‘The Daily Commute’

April 9, 2009

Kathmandu is not the dirtiest city I’ve ever been too. That award is divided between Naples, Marseille and pretty much every north Indian megalopolis. Marseille has some room for appeal, the binmen were on strike (it’s France, go figure). Naples suffered the same affliction, but for some reason I’m throwing their right to appeal out […]

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The Reprint: ‘Friends’

February 19, 2009

If it’s true that you can judge a man by the company he keeps then I reckon I’m up for some sort of global award. Everywhere I go I’m surrounded by insanely loyal friends, and even for the enemies I hurl mental rocks at I hold some deep-rooted passion. This weeks Reprint is a demonstration […]

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The Reprint: ‘The Little People’

October 22, 2008

They peek at you, leap at you, and creep up on you to squeak at you. Some of them reek, while some of them leak but every one of them leaves you feeling – you guessed it – weak. They are the children of The Trail and collectively, they’re probably the biggest curiosity in my […]

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A Thousand Glorious Times

July 4, 2008

I’d seen him from a short distance, twelve months previously, he travelled alone aboard a plane to Moscow. He wore a dark tracksuit top zipped over a light t-shirt, and loose pale green shorts covered the knees he cradled by his chest. His hair sprayed out in loose brown curls beneath a khaki cap, highlighted […]

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