Travel Writing Competition 2012 Shortlist

A Bird in Hand can hurt

For an instant, which was time enough as my remaining life would be measured in instants, I reflected on how I had gone from a dedicated father and captain of his own ship to a drowning man at the mercy of a 14-year-old.

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An unwanted companion

Something wasn't quite right. It took me a couple of minutes of sleepy fumbling to realise I had not imagined the extreme discomfort I was currently experiencing in my boxers. Kicking off the heavy bed covers I reached...

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Connecting in Moscow

I was relishing doing the legendary dash between Domodedovo Airport in Moscow’s South and Sheremetyevo Airport in Moscow’s north. I’d heard on average it takes 3 hours, but delays of up to 8 hours had been heard of...

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I dont dance

I don't dance. For the simply reason that I can't dance, so I try not to. I may, therefore, have made a mistake coming to Seville during the Feria, a week long party that sees the streets get taken over by crowds Spanish men...

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Nice Cars and Machete Scars

In the afternoon storm, the dust had turned into mud. Even the station's hawkers were quiet, sheltering from the rain with their badly made necklaces, buckets of homemade sweets and imitation sunglasses.

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Of banana trees and bolinis

There is probably little that sounds more grey or mundane than an eight hour coach trip between two cities. That is until you mention 'July' and 'Nepal' in the same sentence. Then the mundane bursts with colourful possibilities.

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Sunrise in the Sahara

We were at the last stretch of our journey. A nine hundred forty kilometer train ride through the Sahara. The train must have been at least fifty years old. It was a fittingly beige color, blending in nicely with the endless...

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The Dead Centre

The wilted body of a dead cow lay a hundred feet away, its skin in pools around a skeletal frame. We sat on our rucksacks somewhere along the border between the Northern Territories and South Australia.

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What does a bear do in the woods

Before I meet my gruesome and untimely end, I have a few moments to ponder my predicament and reflect on how I came to be perched on a slat of wood in the Alaskan outback, pants round my ankles and about to be...

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