Books

It's a tough gig, but somebody's got to do it.

Sophia and I only spent one night apart on our journey from Milan to Rome. This was it.

I engage the services of a roadside Vespa mechanic in Naples. What could ago wrong?

How a trip up the Amazon turned me and my dad into human desktop toys.

How a note on a backpacker noticeboard brought me fame and fortune. Of sorts.

Where locals thank Mary with votive paintings after she spares their lives.

A beacon of positivity amongst the dust and madness of Kampala's chaotic minibus station.

It's one of Africa's most dangerous roads at the best of times.

Welcome to bar that’s like Livorno itself – shabby, feisty and authentic as hell.