margaret river: a map of salt and wine

In a blur of blue and turquoise, I was knocked off my feet, and dragged forward by the rushing sea,…

gold in a cold, dark place

“感谢今生有缘成为一家人／共患难共享福。” Since my mother died, these words, inscribed on a card in a wreath from her four surviving siblings, have…

Whenever I think about my trip to Timor-Leste in May, I return to the same moment over and over again:…

Since I went back to working full time, writing about my travels last year has taken something of a backseat.…

I made a cup of joe this morning the slow way: grinding up some recently-roasted beans, putting it the grinds…

The magic hour happened – in the dead of the night, around 3am, when I stumbled out of my room…

“Not another waterfall,” I thought, when the manager at my hostel in Chachapoyas, Peru, mentioned as a must-do in the…

I’ve said it before: the internet is a wealth of information and resources on how to trek the W, and…

Recently, someone asked me for some advice about hiking in Torres del Paine and (Patagonia in general), and her four…

“For something of this longing will, like the blue of distance, only be relocated, not assuaged, by acquisition and arrival,…