Travel Writing Library

In a shower room, located in a Dublin apartment, I did my best to manuver myself and my hiking pack in the generous 36 x 12 inch standing space. The compartment, for it was hardly a room, was a small sink and bathtub...

Water trickling down the back of your neck. Water beating on your knees. Water soaking through your boots. Somehow, water trickling upwards inside the sleeves of your jacket. When you ride a motorbike, there’s nothing...

Clawing my way gradually up from the depths of sleep, I awaken to find the cabin bathed in an eerie, orange Sodium glow. I'd been lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sway of the train as it sped its way through the night...

(A place half of me did not want to be)

As two immigration officers strategically walking in front and behind me to prevent my escape escorted me through the London Stansted airport and onto a plane heading to Germany, I couldn’t help but think that in...

I had no idea what time it was but I was tired and I could not close an eye. Dark thoughts, darker than the room I was in, were swirling through my tired brain. Where is my friend? I have been twisting and turning...

“Get down, there’s going to be an explosion!”

In 2010, I lost my job and decided to travel the world. I was adventurous but naïve, a fact that finally became clear when I went to Egypt.

At a noisy Colorado hair salon, I'm describing my adventure to my stylist......... My wife and I had arrived in Hanoi, late. Exhausted, she fell asleep but I was hungry.

I glanced over my lunch at the dreadlocked and infuriatingly cheerful Ethiopian sitting opposite. He was shifting in his seat, trying to attract my attention, looking as though he was preparing to engage me in conversation.