Swimming With Australia’s Whale Shark

October 7, 2009

[audio:https://www.trailofants.com/audio/Swimming_With_Australias_Whale_Shark_Audio.mp3] The Ocean’s Roaming Gypsies Thirteen years ago, I was stood on the deck of a boat in an Egyptian bay. I was fourteen years old, sopping wet from scuba diving and torn between the scourge of seasickness, and a seemingly endless feast spread upon a paper tablecloth. Then came a splash, followed by an […]

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England: Til I Die

September 23, 2009

Why do we travel? Do we travel so we can accrue experiences to take back to our homeland, or maybe we prefer to see if foreign folk find us as funny and charming as our compatriots? Perhaps it’s both, however one thing is true of my own travel experiences; you can take the boy out […]

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Trails of the Unexpected

September 4, 2009

I stare at the newspaper. It wasn’t me. I gawp at the television. It wasn’t me. I trawl through the internet. It wasn’t me! I listen to the radio, podcasts, and conversations on the bus. It WASN’T me! At least — I hope it wasn’t me?

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Elland House, Glinton Road

September 1, 2009

The grey, veinlike road would have been perfectly straight, if it weren’t for a curious kink. Although it was a fantastic kink; it reminded me very much of a giant’s finger knuckle; especially as it doubled as a rare and joyous bump in the road.

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How Much Does It Cost To Go Travelling?

August 27, 2009

If you haven’t asked it, answered it or dreamt about it, you’ve probably Googled, Binged or Yahooed it. “How much does it cost to go travelling?”, “How much does it cost to backpack around the world?” or, “How much does it cost to wash my knickers in Nepal?”

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A Stroll Along Australia’s West Coast

August 24, 2009

The beach was pale and despite being daubed with colourful swimwear, it was lacking and hollow. It was everything a beach should be; sparse and coated in sun like treacle smothers toast. Reb and I reached a mutual agreement to leave, without the need for fall away words. We’d replaced a blown-out tyre, filled the […]

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All Rights Reserved. As of Now.

August 14, 2009

The following has nothing to do with moody monks. Nor anything to do with cuddly bedbugs. Indeed, the following has zilch to do with travelling around South India, nor does it have a jot to do with the probably illegal, perhaps slightly mythical sport of gecko cage-fighting that possibly takes place in the Birmingham underworld. […]

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