My Kenyan bathday

I celebrated my birthday last year while working in Nairobi and, as the boss, I was expecting my Kenyan colleagues Continue reading →

One night in a love hotel

Not sure what it’s like now but, back in the day, downtown Caracas was a no-go area after dark – Continue reading →

I see dead people

Striding purposefully through the outside forecourt of Howrah railway station, I was hit on the head by a missile thrown Continue reading →

Bare cheeked and red faced

After a week-long surfing course I was not only a ‘Barney’ (a novice or someone with little skill) but, as Continue reading →

Bloody hell

I won’t lie, I don’t always summon up the courage to sample local delicacies and have no qualms about politely Continue reading →

Sorry, where’s your loo?

I met my fellow trekkers for the first time the night before we set off to scale Mount Roraima on Continue reading →

Well, I wasn’t expecting that

Driving home from an afternoon of delicious nyama choma washed down with Tusker baridi at Olepolos Country Club in Kenya’s Continue reading →