Ahmed, Arabic pop and hiding from the prostitutes of the Western Sahara
I traipsed the Western Sahara with a man named Ahmed, a portly character big on tunes, hospitality but not the working class.
I was looking for Keith Urban – I found a doomsday cult instead
Once upon a time, I travelled to Nashville to find Keith Urban. Instead, I found Holly, George W. Bush and the devil.
After COVID, after Portland…I need space
After an unprecedented year of violence, demonstration and pestilence, I find myself longing for space, a means of escape.
That time I snuck over Mexico’s border. With a clown.
The last time I travelled to Mexico, I weaved my way through neighbouring Guatemala. The only problem was explaining who my guide was to customs.
A treasure hunt without the treasure: The dorky thrills of geocaching
‘Geocaching’ is the odd leisure pursuit where one uses GPS to discover hidden junk. However, it is known to sometimes end up in a police distress call, and always in a pub afterwards.
Meeting the stateless children of Lebanon
I travelled to a refugee camp in Lebanon, a place mostly populated by the children of Palestine. What I saw was hope walking alongside hopelessness.