Category Archives: Stories
Donga Fight
Continued from main Omo Valley expedition page
I was noticed. A bullet fizzed past my head. It was not meant to harm, but only as an intimidation from a warrior who wanted to signal that I was to stay back. I saw a warband coming towards me holding their victor up on their shoulders and I […]
Where the Gators Roam
Alligators and Florida are like Kenya and lions or China and pandas. In the mind, they are inseparable, part of the fabric of the culture. In the Sunshine State you see them everywhere: on signs of golf courses, on branding. The University of Florida’s football team is called the Gators. […]
The Lost World
By the late afternoon most had forgotten I was there and, having left their weapons on the ground and taking huge gulps of the homemade beer, were now rather drunk. These men of the village were sitting in a clearing talking, passing around calabashes full to the brim with sorghum beer. A few were building […]
An Insight into Nature with Camera Traps
While working on a project which had aims of filming snow leopards in Afghanistan, I learned about camera traps and how useful they are to capture wildlife in Africa.
Amongst the Touareg
In 2008 I set out to cross the Sahara travelling as one of the Touareg nomads who live there and to experience their threatened lifestyle first hand. Armed with a sword and some schoolboy French I became the first westerner in living memory to cross the Tanezrouft area of the Sahara in Algeria by camel. […]
The Party Isn’t Over: How the old ways of oppressive Communism are still alive and kicking in the break-away state Transnistria
At nineteen years old, Roman seems like any other teenager. Sitting in the kitchen as his mother cooks him his lunch, his girlfriend on his arm, he is relaxed and chatting about the new computer he is saving up to buy. But Roman is also a policeman in what is the most severe police-state in […]
A Busman’s Holiday
Recently, I spent some time in West Cork in Ireland. My family are Irish and I have been there more times than I’ve been to a newsagent. We have a house on the Sheep’s Head Peninsular, a tiny strip of land that juts out into the Atlantic, surrounded by mountains and streams. It’s pretty secluded. […]
