
Cowboys are my weakness
Dawson City, in the Yukon, with its dirt roads, wooden sidewalks, and swing-door saloons took me back in time to a world I’d liked to

Dawson City, in the Yukon, with its dirt roads, wooden sidewalks, and swing-door saloons took me back in time to a world I’d liked to

Back in the day, I would watch various TV dramas like Dallas, Dynasty, and Falcon Crest, and note how the rich enjoyed their preprandial G&T

Any opportunity to do what the locals do, anything that lets me step aside from being a tourist, anything that makes a memory that hasn’t

I’ve heard the stories. A sister dying in Ireland a minute after her brother died in Australia (they say he picked her up on his

It’s hard to get my head around the idea that life can exist with out classes. Yes, I know there are the favoured and the

I wasn’t going mad. I saw 2+2=5 a number of times on the walls of central Havana and couldn’t for the life of me figure

Top of my list of places to visit in Havana was the island of Regla, and a neighbourhood home to the Santería religion. From the

There’s something quite lovely about visiting a cemetery on a clear, 30-degree, blue-sky day. I’m a great fan of tombstones and would happily spend my

I’m no stranger to adding to what little information I might have to make a more complete story. In another world, this might be classed

I hate being a tourist. I like to travel. To see places. To try new things. But I hate doing it under the guise of