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Our decision to travel to Korea (1994) was based on the many wonderful accounts we had had about the country from our Korean colleagues in Australia. Besides, it was not too long a flight from Brisbane...

I currently dwell in Mexico and most people imagine my day-to-day life involving shoot-outs and cowboy clad ‘narcos’ strolling down the street. And yes, those two things go hand-in-hand; just like Bonnie and Clyde...

The door slammed shut. With it the tin frame of the Soviet-era bus rattled into my head. Jolted awake, I rubbed the gauze of recycled air from my eyes and blinked into reality.

Bound in a straightjacket of double backpacks, waiting outside my guesthouse for a shuttle to the bus station, I just can't shake the menacing feeling that I’d been forgotten.

The lighting was perfect, the set-ups flawless, the camera suitable expensive and yet my holiday photographs were still an enormous disappointment. Beautiful shots of Baltic roofs and sweeping views failed spectacularly...

Sometimes you know the answer but you can’t help asking the question. Just as I did that day when I looked at a bamboo raft on a river bank in northern Thailand. “For river rafting tomorrow?”

- “Elisabeth, we´re going to the Great Wall of China tomorrow.” - “But!...” - “I know what you´re thinking, we´ve been on a train for twenty-one hours, we only have two days...

I was on a long haul flight, my first, and doing it alone, and I was scared, sure I would not survive the trip. What with terrorists lurking and storms rising, not to mention a rogue pilot and metal fatigue...

I’d followed him into the bazaar like a dumb animal. “We will make ika-va-ko-lo-lo,” he said, rolling the word and flashing a white smile from his handsome face. “Ika-va-ko-lo-lo. Fish with coconuts.

I was 20 years old at the time and it was my first time travelling by myself and my first visit to South East Asia so as you can imagine it was a bit of a culture shock. I was visiting one of my university friends...