A Question of Patriotism

I had never felt more relaxed while watching England play football. Born just two days after its one and only global triumph, 55 years have taught me to expect the worst. It has become a kind of self-preservation technique. However great the anticipation, there was always a Polish goalkeeper, a divine hand, or any number…

Quilotoa Loop: Blocked – 15 March 2022

Due to a road collapse and a landslide, the Quilotoa Loop is currently subject to a significant and perilous detour just north of Lago Quilotoa – and is completely blocked to traffic north of Chugchilán. Road Collapse near Lago Quilotoa Approximately 1km north of Lago Quilotoa the first road closure has a detour that, after…

Back on the road to elsewhere

  I have travelled this road thousands of times. I know all of its many and varied potholes, simultaneously acknowledging their growth and avoiding contact with them in the manner of a disinterested parent. I know the intersection where the traffic always slows to a crawl and where, fifty yards later, it accelerates again as…

As quiet as an airport

I hadn’t seen you for a long time. I suspect we both knew that this first encounter after such a long break was going to be a little awkward. Looking back on it now, and even though we’ve known each other for decades, it was naïve to think we would just be able to slip…

A World Elsewhere: Rovinj, Croatia

This is the first of what may become a series of short posts – occasionally just photographs – that recall a world that still exists beyond the window of a locked down room. Although currently beyond reach, there is endless inspiration to be found in the memories of wandering on a foreign strand … —…

And then the world changed

This was going to be a travel story. And then the world changed. Leafing through the pages of my journal, the varied memories of last summer’s self-directed tour through seven European countries jumped from the pages; vivid and distinct again, as if each event had happened this morning. The lines of often illegible scrawl and…

A Panama Paper

I’ve been teaching myself Spanish for a few years now. It was always something I wanted to learn, but my natural tendency towards procrastination had stopped me from actually doing anything about it. In fact, had it not been for the urgent need to find an alternative entertainment to the excruciating radio advertising jingles that…

The First Chapter of Your Story

We had forgotten something. As we watched your slow progress along the snaking line of the airport security checkpoint, the feeling continued to taunt us. But what was it? We were pretty sure that it wasn’t an overlooked domestic task. It seemed to be more important than that. No relative or friend had a proximate…