I traipsed the Western Sahara with a man named Ahmed, a portly character big on tunes, hospitality but not the working class.
Australia’s COVID travel bans have placed many in perpetual limbo, worrying about families unable to buy tickets home. Others are picking up luxury yachts.
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.
As a female, and female travel writer, Elizabeth Gilbert’s ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ has tarred us with a very particular brush.
I might be an Australian who has travelled to most of the world, but the worst sight to be seen may be my fellow citizens.