I thought i had experienced India's monsoon back in 2006, but now I'm not so sure. I've never seen India quite like this. It rains, hard, night and day, and when it stops you find yourself looking at the sky and thinking, 'something's not quite right here.' Then the clouds come again, and all's right with the world. Most of the things i own are drenched, and we are often in cabs that conk out in the puddles, but Mumbai has never been so charismatic in my eyes. In our two days here, we've been busy. The Mumbaikers are mad for [View Full Entry]

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I'm deeply opposed to thumb twiddling in airports. But what can you do with three hours in Doha? Lots, as it turns out. We met camels, saw the sunset over the Dhow Harbour, and walked the Corniche, where local lads had parked up their cars and turned up the Arabic pop full volume. There was a very fitting crescent moon once it got dark and a hot, foreign breeze. All of this was much better than mooching around in Duty Free and was only made slightly tense by the fact that it took us forty minutes to flag a cab to [View Full Entry]

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I love Chinatown and whenever I’m in London, I always end up here, even if it’s by mistake. I’ll be walking in Covent Garden or Charing Cross, and it’s as though my feet pull me here. It’s not the world’s best Chinatown - it’s small, and Gerrard Street is touristy - but the place has charm. If you come here at eleven in the morning, before it gets crowded with visitors spilling in from Leicester Square, you find the streets jammed with vans and delivery men wheeling boxes of fresh fruit and vegetables to small supermarkets like Seewoo, where I buy [View Full Entry]

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