This is a repost from an Instagram story I published in spring 2018 after a visit to Iran. With Iran […]
Beaver dams, glaciation and struggles with Spanish
Laguna Esmeralda, Tierra del Fuego Returning from the National Park on Saturday and keen to get in another outdoor activity […]
The song I’m hearing is Feliz Navidad
El Chalten, Argentina Last night I sat in a beer garden sipping my “pinta de cerveza roja”, a red […]
Blue skies, blow outs, breathtaking views
Laguna de los tres, El Chalten, Argentina 🇦🇷 It’s summer in the Southern Hemisphere. My Garmin says 14c. My shivering […]
And then there was me
El Calafate, Argentina Three days ago I left behind El Calafate, reliable WiFi, and a decent mobile signal. Images became […]
The Delightful Dolomites
Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt. John Muir Independence can […]
The Scenic Hurt Locker
Alpe d’Huez, France – July 27, 2016 – Triathlons don’t get more scenic than Alpe d’Huez. Though the scenery comes […]
What a difference a day makes
While we train hard for sporting events, they are supposed to be fun, safe, and for some like me, a chance to explore a new location.
Escaping a Kingdom (Amman, Jordan, 1985)
The agent showed me the two cheapest flights to Bangkok. The first was Romanian Airlines, who’s country was still behind the Iron Curtain and communist airlines didn’t fill me with confidence. The second was Royal Jordanian, the more reputable, more reliable and clearly the safest option. Both involved transit through the main airports of their respective capital cities: Bucharest and Amman. I laid down my £20 deposit and said to the agent: “I’ll take Romanian Airlines please”.
