Stonehenge: Monumental Disappointment

I recently spent a brisk and stormy day walking in Salisbury. I went initially to visit Stonehenge which, after over half a century of my life, I have somehow neglected to see with my own eyes. I have to say its a bit of a let down: surrounded by ropes and  guarded by walkie-talkie men it sits like…

HOSTEL BEDSCAPES

A tangle of sheets and neon lit pillows, a pencil of fire creeps through a curtain. My boots tucked under and another night passes. Green mattresses, yellow walls, seven beds and five languages spoken – in sleep and dreams. Stacked allotments. Boston, El Paso, Flagstaff. A cotton land in which to drift and a boulder…

AT THE SNOWLINE OF THE HIMALAYAS

During a frenetic month through April 2009 I crossed four Indian States: Uttar Pradesh, Rajashthan, Punjab and Himachal Pradesh; and covered approximately 3800 kilometres by train, bus, horse and (broken) foot. Cycle and Auto Rickshaws transported me while in the cities. I travelled from Delhi to Varanasi on a personal mission to scatter some of…

AMRITSAR – THE GOLDEN TEMPLE

During a frenetic month in April 2009 I crossed four Indian States: Uttar Pradesh, Rajashthan, Punjab and Himachal Pradesh; and covered approximately 3800 kilometres by train, bus, horse and (broken) foot. Cycle and Auto Rickshaws transported me while in the cities. I travelled from Delhi to Varanasi on a personal mission to scatter some of…

THE FIRST PHOTO OF THE DAY

Early Morning. A sleepy earful. Gripping tight for a yellow light. A suited-salute. Rumble on screech-tracks. Grey Suits, pink wristbands and worry-collars.