From the Ocean to the Page

I’m writing a book. There, I admitted it. In fact, I’d go further than that; I’ve almost written a book. People have written about their travels for thousands of years and…

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It’s Not Where You Are it’s What You Do

It’s Not Where You Are it’s What You Do

It’s not where you are, it’s what you do I find myself tangled in a ball of wool often. I’m not a knitter. The wool is in …
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The Sun also Sets: Dancing with Bulls in the Azores

The Sun also Sets: Dancing with Bulls in the Azores

[This is an excerpt from my travel memoir, In Bed with the Atlantic…] I’d been excited about seeing the famous tourada à corda (literally bull on rope) because, unlike Portuguese&…
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Drinking Pisco in Peru

Drinking Pisco in Peru

  ‘Wait, he wants us to drink more?’ the harshly beautiful American girl standing next to me gives me a look of horror that utilises all her facial muscles. I&…
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Drunk at the Morning Fish Market

Drunk at the Morning Fish Market

The Cava hits the bottom of the glass for the third time and I know I’m in trouble. I can’t say no though. ‘In Spain, with this, there’…
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