I never meant to go travelling, I just went. You start moving and can't stop, and when you do come to rest the inertia swells in your head like the tide until the sea takes you off again.
or, you get bored, book a flight and just go!
So, i'm sitting in between a local MP and a big time property developer drinking bad red wine that passes as OK port"
Sunday morning. A Madrid hangover often involves a coffee in a bar while your fellow party animals carry on sinking cervezas."
Dubai rises out of the desert, all tallest, newest, richest, biggest and most expensives."
In Thailand, when the captain of a boat says the weather is too dangerous to carry on, he starts laughing. Thats when I started worrying."
The magnificent villas of the past are still standing, sleeping and unbreathing. Dustily uncared for."
I was dancing, chatting and drinking with an assortment of party people and local folk wearing fluffy red and white santa hats."
Maybe this basement was bricked up in the war?" I suggested."
England is a strangely backward place, where people say ''Nice Day'' even if it is raining."
For the good of the world and our kids, lets hope 'Budget Flights' are just a silly passing fad."
We queued for 3 hours with a couple of cans of local cider - it seemed appropriate as Bristol is the home of scrumpy and Bristol is the home of everyones favourite street artist, Banksy."
50 pence just bought me a copy of 'South East Asia on a Shoestring' by Tony Wheeler. (Its not the original guide but a 1981 update)"
No, you're not on the passenger list." said the check-in guy, stuck his bottom lip out, and leaned back in his seat as if he was going back to sleep."
NoHo, SoHo, Tribeca, NoLita - New Yorkers love their geographical acronyms - NoHo - north of Houston, SoHo - south of Houston, Tribeca - the triangle below Canal Street , NoLita - north of Little Italy..."
I live in a country where if you drive in a straight line for 3 hours, chances are you'll end up in the sea. England is a small island and we're not used long journeys, in fact Brits are pretty suspicious of large distances - because we don't have any!"
London's Burning! Rioters close down the City! Mob Smashes Bank! This I had to see, so I strolled up to the front of a line of riot police and asked the copper how I could get the 149 bus to London Bridge."
Seasonaires are an odd bunch. Bright, young things, following their dreams to the mountains and spending six months of winter working in menial jobs so they can be there, every day, skiing or snowboarding."
Last run of the day, fading light, a quick joint and then drop into untouched snow between dark green trees. Powder fizzes as your board cuts over it, and we were riding fast, snaking tight, blind corners through trees."
Cambodia is boiling. On the dirty, dusty Poi-pet border the heat rises, in Siam Reap, buildings are bubbling up from the jungle - big shiny 5-star palaces. Crowds steam and churn around the ancient towers of Angor Wat as the sun rises..."
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind She lost her youth and she lost her Tony Now she's lost her mind"
Heaven had no ski lifts. Heaven had no piste maps, queues or cafes. But Heaven did have a dull, groaning, grinding Bulgarian Army Tank."
Hitting the peak of Kilimanjaro is a shock, a relief and an ecstatic rush all rolled into one. The orange horizon burned my eyes after hiking for 6 hours in the dark, my fingers were frozen, lips ripped apart from the wind and sand."
This one isn't in your guide book. Strolling though the night market of Siam Reap, passing over the bangles and t-shirts that are the same in every market in asia, and the smokey barbeque stands, I spot a sign. '3D Cinema'"
There she is. Standing firm through the thin blanket of clouds over the African planes, a great big square chunk of rock dumped in the middle of Africa. Kilimanjaro, viewed from my airplane window looks amazing. But first New Years in Zanzibar. "
"The map arrived on a cold, dark, wet London morning in January. The map was a glowing ray of adventure and mystery on a cold, dark, wet London morning. An Adventure that would see me facing death in a cold, dark, snowy paradise."