I have always been fascinated by maps. As a child, I would spend hours paging through my first world atlas; a book with a glossy, light blue, hardback cover whose spine weakened with each enthusiastic read. Occasionally, with a pen in my unsteady young hand, I would trace the borders between countries whose names I…
The day did not start well. Today we would leave Cuzco and, over the next four days, drive the 350 miles or so south to Arequipa, stopping for a couple of nights in Puno, on the shore of Lake Titicaca. Hoping for the early start that would see us rolling into Puno by late afternoon,…
There is a map of the world in the basement of our house. Each place we’ve visited is indicated on the map by a colored pin. There are a lot of pins. They sweep confidently across Europe, from the Algarve to Moscow, barely missing a country. The eastern side of North America is equally well represented – so much…
Journeys And 