Travel Archives - The Geecologist

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There is no anti-depressant quite like sea-swimming, and Holkham is where I usually go when I’m...

They are not searching for us yet, or, to be more precise, they are searching elsewhere for us....

A handful of pilots, of whom Mermoz was one, surveyed the CasabIanca-Dakar line across the...

I once knew a young suicide. I cannot remember what disappointment in love it was which induced...

I arrived back in Salala on 16 October 1946. I planned to cross the Empty Quarter from Mughshin to...

From Abyssinia I was sent to Syria, where I served in Jabal al Druze and later worked for a year...

I am wary of the dangers of fetishizing dialect and archaism – all that mollocking and sukebinding...

In a stretch of comparative quiet, by a shore of white sand, a bird I recognized at once was...

Although I knew Gaelic to be richly responsive to the sites in which it was spoken, it was my...

He squatted down, arranging the fire, shouting back over his shoulder into the hut, ‘My...

Just after four in the morning, Nze stuck his head through the tent-flap. ‘Psst!’ he...

In her hut in Poto-Poto, the poor quarter of Brazzaville, the feticheuse, smiling at us, knelt on...