A man once told me that Georgia was named after St George. The marauding 3rd century dragon slayer? That patron saint…
Ever since memorising the majority of the world’s flags as a school kid I’d prided myself in having a respectable…
Like every morning it is the call to prayer that wakes me, resonant voices joining together to sing…
A narrow cobbled street meanders downhill alongside the Hagia Sophia, a mammoth building that has existed both as a…
After five days of pounding hooves, Carragher, my shabby-haired attentive horse, wheezes heavily as he…
Peering through a gate at hundreds of cavorting people I’m beckoned inside by a thick-set man whose radiant smile…
Once inside there is nothing. From every angle the desert is the same, indiscriminate piles of sand connected…
Road signs had warned of crossing elephants. Piles of fresh dung and bulldozed trees suggested this wasn’t a government…
