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Reprint: Tumble Weed

November 9, 2009

When most people think about Tibet, they imagine feuding monks and stray chopsticks. However, as I discovered during an overland passage from Lhasa to Kathmandu, the region was far from the barren landscape of old.

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The Kites of Kathmandu (Audio Podcast)

October 27, 2009

[audio:https://www.trailofants.com/audio/The_Kites_of_Kathmandu_Audio.mp3] This week’s LISTENup travelcast revisits the Nepali capital of Kathmandu. A city I visited two years ago, and where I penned the original entry of The Kites of Kathmandu.

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Trans-Siberian: It’s Right Down My Street (Audio)

October 13, 2009

[audio:https://www.trailofants.com/audio/Its_Right_Down_My_Street_Audio.mp3] In my latest audio enabled post, I take a look back at my journey from Russia, across the Trans-Siberian railway into Mongolia. If you’re viewing this through a RSS reader, there’s a chance it hasn’t shown up –- I’m working on overcoming this gremlin, however in the meantime I invite you to visit the […]

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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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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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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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