Warning: may include dangerous levels of natural beauty. Consume at own risk.
The beaming and curious smiles of the locals watch on as we load our bags into the back locker of our overland truck. The dirt road snakes its way onwards through gentle hills, punctuated by traditional thatched straw homes. Smoke from early morning cooking dots the horizon and mixes with the cool mist in the early morning sun. Another epic day on the road awaits.
We have seen the images, the news reports, the desperate cries for help. The situation in Syria has been described by the UN as “the greatest humanitarian tragedy of our times”. And with more people displaced globally now than any time since World War II, the situation is looking bleak.
I’ve been fascinated in Astronomy since I was a child learning about the solar system at school, watching The Sky at Night and visiting planetariums. But I have no real knowledge of the subject on an academic level, so I was a little nervous to join a specialist astronomy tour heading to Svalbard to witness the total eclipse in case I found myself surrounded by Astrophysicists and (quite frankly) feeling a little stupid.
‘What is travel?’ is an interesting question, but more for what it tells you about the people doing the asking. The meaning of travel, despite ‘definitive’ articles to the contrary, is pretty subjective. And your relationship to it changes as you get older and begin to spend your weekends doing things like browsing health insurance policies. Reasons and motivations begin to wrinkle, just like us, revealing character.
Bottled water is an easy habit to get into, but one that makes absolutely no sense when you sit down and think about it.
Several years back I was in Senegal with a friend waiting to be served some lunch. The time was a little past midday, the weather of the hottish variety, we were the only ones in the restaurant and had been waiting over an hour when I spotted something that perturbed me. It was three women peeling potatoes.
This post was written and snapped by Pete and Dalene Heck (aka the lovely team at Hecktic Travels).
Even the name ‘Zanzibar‘ sounds exotic. Add in the phase ‘spice islands’ and the mind boggles with vision of pirates, cinnamon, chalk-white beaches and cinematically swaying palms. With a rich history as a gateway for treasure-hunters in search of gold, wild animals, slaves, or simply a tropical paradise, to this day Zanzibar still owes its livelihood in large part to travellers.
I have a ritual whenever I land in a new city. I pick the most famous local dishes, Google the best places to find each one, and then plot them on a map. I note down the walking times between each dish and chart the most efficient route between the dots.