Travel journal

Stern, unsmiling, green vested traffic cops have appeared at intersections across the city, from the concrete apartment blocks and asphalt overpasses of Putuo to the leafy lanes of the former French …

A four year old kid sits in the back of a taxi in Singapore. He is blonde, blue eyed, and it’s his first time in Asia. The streets are packed, …

  Boats lazily cruise up and down the canal which runs beside Suzhou’s famous Shan Tang street. White, low roofed houses line the banks, and orange lanterns hang suspended above …

In 1849, the French government decided it would rather like a slice of Shanghai to call its own. This was standard practice for European governments in China at the time, …

    His Dad had spent over 20 years in prison, escaping four times only to be caught and locked up again each time. The final time he was arrested was …

China is a country where nothing is mundane. Weirdness always waits around the corner, ready to pounce. Crossing a bridge, a man might wave at you, “friend, friend!” If you’re foolish (as …

I sat at a table surrounded by former Israeli soldiers. A women, short with dark hair, sat holding her small child. She had been in the intelligence corps, riding helicopters …

We went there the day after the buses. Most people had already left. Carried over the border into Austria. Germany was waiting, arms open. We came with good intentions but few …

They’re building a shopping mall next door. Sounds of drilling rip open the suburban evening. The sun is setting out the window to my left. It’s so strange to be …