We’re driving from Beirut to the ruined Roman city of Baalbek, shadowing Syria’s war torn border into Hezbollah territory, a journey defined by its panoply of imagined risks. In newspaper reports about Lebanon, death morphs into mercenary configurations, stretching beyond car accidents into kidnapping and mortar attacks and bombs. Images that taint adventure and raise … More The Journey to Baalbek, Lebanon
Sahara, aged 5, shares her thoughts on Lebanon’s Jeita Grotto, the teleferique to Our Lady of Lebanon and Baalbek’s Roman ruins. There is some caves in Bayreuth. You can go in two caves and the second cave that you can go in you can go on a train or you can walk cos it is … More An Amayzing Cave That Looks A Bit Liyke Goo
Fifty-five hours third class across Siberia was a mistake. At Irkutsk train station, I was told, in Russian, that spacious, comfy second class was full. My booking whittled down from three beds to two. I asked, in English, about first class. The girl answered in Russian. I booked in Russian. Took the tram back to … More Across Russia Third Class
I booked the flight to Burma. Then panicked. Having only managed a two week holiday during my first maternity leave, I’d been determined to maximise my time off second time round. Charlie had negotiated an unprecedented four weeks off work. We planned to visit pals in Dubai, Australia and New Zealand. Then he was going … More Fear & Kindness in Yangon
Strictly speaking, it’s not really necessary for new parents to spend time learning about babies. Helpful as it is to go to ante-natal classes and read books about infants, what you really need to know is that babies – Dubai babies, Scottish babies, American babies, Yemeni babies, Russian babies, the whole lot – are chancers. … More Baby Stuff
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