Being asked to self-isolate in New York, a city not built with personal space in mind, pulls at the very soul of our social Gotham.
‘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.
As a female, and female travel writer, Elizabeth Gilbert’s ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ has tarred us with a very particular brush.
I traipsed the Western Sahara with a man named Ahmed, a portly character big on tunes, hospitality but not the working class.
Once upon a time, I travelled to Nashville to find Keith Urban. Instead, I found Holly, George W. Bush and the devil.
After an unprecedented year of violence, demonstration and pestilence, I find myself longing for space, a means of escape.