Because in the end, all travel is about memory. Mine, yours, our families’, everyone’s – distant memories, recent, for all time. Take,...

We stumble from plane to blending corridors and clear yellow signs of arrival processed in a surprising minute we're clutched from what...

A friend reads aloud words he wrote in his mother tongue, translating in the twilight as he goes, for an audience foreign and tipsy. In...

Cahors in December is three things: it is the grey-green clouds over Mont Saint-Cyr that cast turquoise shadows on the river; it is my...

A cushion trembles in front of me, lodged somewhat uncomfortably geometrical between its couch and the tea table my legs were stretched...

Do you know what it’s like to be an ant underneath a kid’s magnifying glass, being burnt to a crisp in the backyard? I do. It’s the only...

The crows are in flight, reminders of omens and overcast skies. But this day is different, a horizon layered in gold as the birds start...

Our Jetta died when we stopped to answer the call of nature. A text to AAA yielded the prospect of a two hour wait for a mechanic. Our...

The morning mist has ended. Now the hammering of a new house being built and the crowing of a cock echo through this Saturday’s streets....

A slosh of cool sea sussed a watery score as I shuffled through shallows, a thousand-year pilgrimage trail. In fact the route I was on...

I was in Tangier only briefly, and as one with nowhere to be, nowhere to go, no one to meet, I chose the path of the flâneur. I woke...

The inner west. A different world. Our friend’s sandstone steps at the back thread down through a garden filled with exotic plants and...

In 1986 I journeyed every weekend from my regular job in Dallas down to a four-room rented shack on 400 acres, an hour away, in a part of...

I stood on what felt like the edge of the earth. Which it was, in a way. Cusp of terra firma. Beyond, nothing but sea and sky. I’d hiked...

It’s fifteen past the hour and a handful of tiny trills emanates from the gingerbread structure down the hill. I’m close enough to...

My parents enjoyed gardening. The nearest nursery was in another small town 13km away. As a child I’d get loaded into the family car when...

We landed at Karachi’s Jinnah International Airport at 2am. The airport had only one terminal and at that hour things were quiet. Our...

I’m a planner. Always have been. I keep lists and lists within my lists. I covered one kitchen wall with chalkboard paint to accommodate...

“Chai khordi?” asked Khanum Poshti, inquiring whether I’d had tea during another slow afternoon in Farhang Markaz Maslakh. Focusing on...

We met them on an unpaved mountain road in the Safed Koh range, an ill-defined area of 15% inhabited features like small farms,...