The Cruise I Keep Not Taking
An account of booking a solo cruise twice and going neither time, written by a man who spent his thirties working on the ships and knew every counter-argument by heart.
An account of booking a solo cruise twice and going neither time, written by a man who spent his thirties working on the ships and knew every counter-argument by heart.
A former ship photographer on the one rule that predicts where every crowd on a cruise ship will be, and the quiet spaces almost every passenger walks past.
A former ship photographer on why the photographer is standing exactly there, what happened to the prints nobody bought, and the last-day discount the veteran cruisers always knew about.
An honest guide to Talisay City on Cebu, the lechon capital I drove straight past: where to eat the roast pork, the coral stone church, the 1945 landing memorial and the independent cafes.
An honest, first-hand guide to Lapu-Lapu City on Mactan, Cebu: the airport city with a battle in its past, water better than its beaches, and a quieter side in old Opon.
No airport, no bridge, no cars. Just a boat to a quiet Andaman island with cashew trees, resident hornbills and one very strange driftwood bar.
A first-hand solo travel guide to Ko Tao, Thailand, for over 50s: where to stay, what to eat, diving versus snorkelling, safety, transport and honest notes from someone who actually went.
Koh Phangan has no airport, one enormous reputation, and a great deal more going on than the Full Moon Party suggests. Here is what several weeks of wandering it properly actually taught me.
Seven thousand six hundred and forty-one islands, a thirty-day visa that suddenly feels stingy, and one honest first-timer's guide built from several trips rather than a single fortnight of guessing.
A first-timer's guide to Cambodia built from an actual trip: the paperwork that matters, the pepper that changed everything, and a country that quietly rearranges what you thought you knew.
An island that forgot to be sleepy: resort shuttles, a spotless boutique hotel, a borrowed bicycle, and a beach that made the whole journey worth forgiving almost immediately.
Vietnam installs autumn without warning: pine trees, cool air, a misty lake walk, and a coffee order that suddenly felt underprepared in a very serious little cafe.
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