Here’s a true story about the importance of misery.
Clueless (And Loving It) in Berlin
He points at me – no, past me. A blast of German. “I..don’t speak…” “The train station is closing”. I turn around and head back out of the Alexanderplatz U-Bahn, running just far enough ahead of the advancing officials to buy a sandwich from a kiosk. I’m dimly aware I have a good walk ahead of me. How full is my … Read More
Can We Ever Agree On Authenticity?
“Authentic travel”. Buzz-phrase of a generation. We’re all in search of it. The travel industry is obsessed with it. What a shame we have no idea what it actually is.
Racing The Light In Chania
I’m running along the harbour wall, and I’m not going to make it. Yet another heart-rendingly beautiful Crete sunset is turning the sea copper, pulling the distant coastline into shadow. Presumably I’ll get bored of these at some point. Nice sunset. Meh. I’m trying to prepare myself for the disappointment of wasting this one. Of not making it in time. … Read More
Haunted By Half-Seen Greece
Some places haunt you.
Travel: What Makes Bad Places *Bad*?
One of the nastiest experiences of my life was having coffee at the Paragon Train Station in Hull.
Nafplio: Where Home Tracked Me Down
A story of how I went abroad, and how York followed me.