Teenage Wanderlust
I haven’t always wanted to travel. Football and music were my first obsessions. I can trace the addition of wanderlust to one particular weekend.
I spent my teenage years in a small commuter town, where three quarters of the […]

Blind Travel
Hugh Lofting’s Doctor Dolittle books have aged poorly in spots. The uproarious adventures of ‘Prince Bumpo’ aren’t the only reason, either. Too often the stories slip into whimsy, telling predictable adventure yar[…]

I was born on the road — or something close to it. As muttered elsewhere, my dad was a Navy man, and when your family has something to do with the military, one thing that’s guaranteed is that you’ll be on the move fairly often. S[…]

i. rise at 2.45am to get to Stansted. when i mentioned this to mum she recalled the long days when everyone’s car had a little campaign sticker – NO TO STANSTED! – bcz a third airport wasn’t necessary and it would death to som[…]

The Minuses of Travel
How do you get under the skin of a city? Some would suggest spending time with locals, or perhaps drinking your way around the bars. Me? I go to football matches.
In Buenos Aires there are two decent choices; River Plate, based […]

Shortlist 2004
Thomas Cook expressed concern at Tom’s reluctance to embrace travel writing and quickly drew up a shortlist for 2004.
I’m halfway through The Factory of Light (Michael Jacobs), but the others are unknown to me.[…]

Gareth’s postcard collection[…]

“I have always been delighted by Deleuze’s disdain for ‘travelling’”: K-Punk’s holiday write-ups (scroll up on the main page of his site for some stuff on Portmeiron). I can’t claim more than the most nodding aquai[…]

In August 2004 Blog Seven was a weblog about London.[…]

Leaving London — whenever I do leave London it’s always the end of whatever trip I’ve been on to Europe, wherever else I’ve been in the country or continent. It was the case the last three times, it will be again next year wh[…]