Category: Stories
Ljubljana Is For Love: 24 hours In Slovenia’s Capital
I became inexplicably teary as I listened to the accordion’s brassy tones. I was perched underneath a bronze statue of Preseren; Slovenia’s most beloved poet. From across the main square, his ‘Juliet’ gazed back at us. As a mauve dusk settled over Ljubljana I realised that I was rapidly falling in love…and I don’t even like the accordion.
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The Art Of Anatomy At London’s Hunterian Museum
Did you know that barnacles have stomachs? It had never crossed my mind. Neither had I formed opinions on the size of salmon’s ovaries or the intricate structure of a whale’s bladder.
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The End Of An Era At London’s Natural History Museum
The first time I entered Hintze Hall I felt very small. I was very small, probably no more than eight years old.
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Life And Death In The Peruvian Desert
We think of deserts as vast expanses of nothingness. No life, no growth and certainly no visible signs of the moments in between.
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All The Suns Of Punta Sal, Northern Peru
The first time I ever saw the Pacific it glistened steely white under a strong afternoon sun.
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My Visit To A Panama Hat Factory In Cuenca
Two weeks into my South American adventure, I bought a dress ideal for a cocktail party.
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Across The Border Into Turkish Cyprus
What is a country? As I walked towards the border I suddenly realised I had no idea what that word actually meant. A few minutes later I crossed into the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus; the first place I’ve visited that technically, doesn’t exist.
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Wingo And A Hike Through The Ecuadorian Amazon
Wingo was a wanderer by nature. In tales of his childhood he recalled staying in the jungle until night fall, only brought back to his village by the enticing thought of his mother huddled over the fire preparing food.
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The Curious Traveller 