The Souks are a maze of gold, bronze and rich reds. Every lane is both too winding and narrow to see any distance, and yet wide enough for countless people, several speeding mopeds and the occasional cat seeking shade. A walk through the old town gives you the unusual experience of a comfortable and relaxed stroll through a bustling and chaotic medieval city. Oh and you’re constantly being hassled in the friendliest and easily forgivable manner.
“What is this?” asks a shop owner as he points to a heap of white scented powder that he’s selling.
“Well if YOU don’t know” I say, and I get a smile before the seller backs off. The whole time we were in Marrakech I don’t think we were hassled more than once at any one time by the same person. Read the rest of this entry
Is Cuba worth a visit? In a word toobloominright! Cuba is steeped in history: think Che Guavara and Fidel Castro, think embargos with the US and a long history of Socialism (not Communism?), and think classic cars and lots of rum. Also it has the most beautiful landscapes, welcoming people and food that’s not too bad. Read the rest of this entry
A lot of things are said about Cuba. Some are good and some are bad, but having travelled around half of the island (it’s quite big and we only had three weeks) we can’t recommend it enough. Cuba is a safe way to experience a country still largely in a socialist state. We were always welcome in everybody’s home, treated to their food and helped around the beautiful little island. We were also plied with alcohol continuously. As a rule, Cubans, and all people in Cuba, are drunk. Read the rest of this entry
We’ve just returned from the World’s greatest festival – Glastonbury. Festival goers have been gracing Michael Eavis’ fields since 1981 and each year it gets bigger and better. But you are almost guaranteed to be bombarded with various weather conditions.
Here’s my top tips for surviving the festival: Read the rest of this entry
We’ve shown a fair few videos of South America now; the food, the Inca Trail, the Colca Canyon trek etc, but we’ve done so much that not everything can have its own video. This video shows loads – from various treks in Peru, horse riding in Bolivia and Argentina, dinosaur tracks, bus boats, carnival and dodgy showers in Bolivia, sand boarding in chile and the Uros floating islands in Peru. There’s even a shot of me hijacking a boat whilst the real ‘captain’ wasn’t looking…. Read the rest of this entry
I really wanted to document our trek of the Colca Canyon like a grown up. But Gemma had a spot, and I had a camera.
I’m such a child… Read the rest of this entry
“You want to buy big lighter?” We’re asked by a man holding a ridiculously big lighter. We don’t, but if we did I think I know where we could get one…
“No thank you” I say pointing at my mouth, “no big cigarette” and then I turn away. The man stands next to us for a few minutes watching mine and Gemma’s conversation.
“You get big cigarette?”
We stare in disbelief, although you have to admire the hard sell sometimes. Read the rest of this entry
Beads of sweat trickle from my forehead and over my nose. I open my mouth slightly. Only slightly mind because if I open it too much I might exert energy from the wrong part of my body. And the other end needs all the energy I have left. I taste the salt from the beads of sweat and this keeps me going. Oh god, here it comes…
My eyes are forced shut as another part of my body is forced open, wider than it ever has been before, straining out more of last night’s dinner than I could possibly have eaten. Surely. Surely there can be no more? My stomach cramps and I get a head rush. I can’t see. I’ve gone blind. Oh. God. Read the rest of this entry
“Water…” I gasp breathlessly. “Water…” We’re in the Indian desert of Rajasthan and it’s all getting a bit too real. “So hot… So thirsty… Please, water…”
We arrived in Jaisalmer two days ago and were instantly taken aback by its beauty. The train station looked like a palace, the car park acted as a taster to the desert outside and our driver… Well, I won’t say he was beautiful, but he was certainly friendly.
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