An unexpected internship landed me at the UN in Geneva, in the middle of a Swiss winter and on two weeks notice. I figured I'd be here for six weeks, tops. Seven months later I'm still no closer to coming back home, but with dozens of countries to see and three continents to traverse, that's no real surprise, is it?

Tales and Articles

My friend Charlie (Butterfly Island, Thailand)

No pain, no gain | Read »

I came for a tan and the world’s biggest pina colada. What I got were monsoons, shipwrecks and a covert operation to claim Thailand’s most beautiful beach. Yup, just another week in paradise.

Nov 30, 2004 — 3 comments

Bahrain to Britain without a wing or a prayer | Read »

Three weeks of budget-shredding bliss through homeless Newcastle, star-studded London, sleepy Scotland and steamy Bahrain with a maxed out credit card and the world’s most unlikely tour guide.

Oct 29, 2004 — 2 comments

Home Sweet Home(ish) | Read »

I may have come searching for my Middle Eastern roots in the land of veils and saffron, but it’s orange blossoms, mosques and accusations of international espionage that I find. Surprised?

Oct 12, 2004 — 3 comments

The four country hop | Read »

When you attempt to run, truck and couch surf your way across four countries in as many weeks, protests, terrorism and cultural misunderstandings are bound to follow. All you can do is hold on and try to have a blast.

Sep 14, 2004 — 7 comments

Chilli Window (Zahara de Grazalema, Spain)

Hot, hot, nights | Read »

Grab some water and extend your thumb for a camel-saddled, goat-crashin’ good time from the Sahara to the Sierra with the world's most incompetent hitchhiker.

Aug 15, 2004 — 4 comments

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