Chile Here We Come

Watch this space! The writer (myself) and the artist (my wife) will be heading off for our honeymoon adventure in Chile – the other side of the blue planet. We’ll be travelling down to Patagonia, the most remote landscape left on earth, as pristine and desolate as a Martian landscape. We’ll also be travelling to…

The Distant Mountain Tops

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”   – Gustave Flaubert   I’ve been mulling over that quote for quite some time now as I prepare for my honeymoon adventure to the other end of the world. It’s a blindingly obvious thing to say, but: Chile is a…

Books of Hope

After the death of Anthony Bourdain I’ve been hearing the word ‘suicide contagion’ being bandied around as if it were a Meme or a Gif. I don’t like the sound of it, no one does. Yet despite its shallow nature t does bring up some deep questions about human nature.   In the late 18th…

On the Death of Anthony Bourdain

“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.”  …

The Wayfaring Diaries – A Sample

“Here it is my friend, Argentina’s national drink, Fernet con Coca, 2 parts Fernet to 1 part Coke. Salud.” We drank the Fernets on the balcony and from the corner of my eye I kept my gaze pinned on the woman across the street. But she wasn’t looking at us anymore. She was watching television….

The Nature of Innocence

The Sun Rose Too Soon   The sun rose too soon over the horizon. It wasn’t an act of defiance, but of Fate; For the sooner the day breaks, the sooner night falls. In the weak early light, fear of the nocturne Is at its height. Yet each morn we forget The comforting dreams of…

Dreams of a Wayfarer

    I Walk in the Shadows   I walk in the shadows And the shadows follow. The moon lights the sand ablaze And I feel the life of dying days. As the lyre of Orpheus conquered hell So the shadows revolt against midnight’s swell, I take sides then change again Swaying like air between…

An Ode to Travel

  “Journeys are the midwives of thought.” This quote from Alain de Botton’s The Art of Travel goes a long way in explaining why almost everything I’ve ever written has been tinted with wanderlust. Human beings are lofty animals because we, uniquely, have a name for happiness. Other animals can only ‘do’ happiness – be…

The Chilean Diaries

      What are you to do, what are you to do when your father is the most hated man in the country? All because of something he didn’t do. A poster-child of alleged child-snatchers among neo-liberals and their political shadows. The “man who kidnapped his own daughter” (newspapers in Malta don’t have the…

A Home in the Mountains

        The plane flew over thousands of feet of emptiness. A dark ocean of nothingness. It’s nose was pointing to the clouded horizon; a million miles from home. It was the first time Alexander had left Europe. Everything was exciting for him: the popping ears; the fresh blue air of a new…