As I sit on my balcony, overlooking a steep alpine valley stretching into the distant haze of the Indian valley below, four huge eagles ride spiralling thermals up from the valley floor, over my head to the peaks behind my privileged position at Om Hotel in Mcleod Ganj, Dharamasala, India. I arrived via a brutal sixteen hour one stop flight from London to Delhi, twenty-four hours in the bustling chaos of India’s capital, and a twelve hour bone jangling sleep deprived bus ride up through the hills, to the place his Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama calls home. Although the bus ride was the most uncomfortable in my travel career to date; it was the first time I have hit my head on a bus roof due to the size of the bumps and the speed ... read more

Armed with our map of Korcula bay, carefully drawn and explained by the artist know as Simon, we boarded the morning Catamaran among the customary hordes, bound for our next Island destination. An hour later we approached a beautiful walled city from the Sea, it resembled a perfect miniature of its bigger brother on the mainland, Dubrovnik. Disembarking we fought our way politely through the room touts, which reminded me of “Slow Boats to China” – where Gavin Young is constantly assailed by mature women at every port soliciting their spare bedroom to supplement their small widow’s income. Not feeling inclined to accept the invitations of these more modern incarnations of Young’s port hosts, we headed off, fully loaded, to follow Simons map the supposed twenty minutes to the campsite on the other side of the ... read more

I am stood at the top of the hill, underneath the great cross overlooking the city, re-built last year after it was destroyed in this regions gruesome war. From where we are we have a panoramic view of the famous medieval walled city below. Thankfully we did not have to walk all the way up here in the blazing August sun, or take an extortionate, tourist fleecing cable car either. As a surprise, our guesthouse host, Ante, drove us up here in his car, giving us a brief history of his homeland in the process. As a host, he was proving pretty perfect. After waking at 1.30am to ensure a prompt landing in Croatia’s most southerly city we arrived on the verge of delirium with tiredness. Ante, our accommodation owner, met us at the bus station ... read more

So, I'm back from an amazing trip to Colombia - there are a few blogs with photos on their way. And some more exciting news is that on 11th August Michelle and I are off to Croatia with no end date, and no end destination set, we are leaving London and taking some time off, so this blog will get some serious attention in the coming months! Watch this space.... read more

Two weeks ago I was in email contact with my younger brother who has been traveling RTW for around 19 months now. He had received some bad news and I was fed up at the corporate grind stone in the ever suffocating big smoke. I hadn't seen him in almost 2 years and in three months, his epic journey would be over. We have always wanted to do some traveling together so, two hours later I asked him where he would be around 20th June. 'Colombia' he said. An hour after that I had booked my return ticket, not nearly for long enough but a ticket none the less. I have always wanted to see South America and have found the history of Colombia particularly compelling. Although this will be a very brief glimpse of it's ... read more