Me and the dragon

It was Chinese New Year’s Day and I was in Pakse, southern Laos where the event is marked in style. Continue reading →

Sshh, keep schtum

So, I reckon enough time has passed for me to be able to fess up to this without getting into Continue reading →

A Bedouin night

Living in London is a privilege; it’s a wonderful, vibrant, modern city. In the UK we’re never too far from Continue reading →

Butch, the Kid and me

I totally buy into the Hollywood version of loveable bank robbing, train robbing, gun-toting outlaws Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Continue reading →

Je ne regrette rien

The die was cast from the very first time I was taught how to say, ‘je m’appelle Déborah’ at primary school. Continue reading →

A watery end

Had my modern Latin or ancient Greek been a bit less rusty I would, perhaps, have thought twice about signing Continue reading →

A crying shame

Ecuador wouldn’t be my favourite place in the world, although it is a useful introduction to South America if you’re going Continue reading →

Getting hot and steamy

We hadn’t intended to go to Morocco, we’d actually been aiming for Turkey. We’d set off from London with month-long Continue reading →