Welcome to TravelWriterLife
Welcome to TravelWriterLife, where the art of storytelling meets the thrill of travel. My journey as a travel writer and … Continue reading Welcome to TravelWriterLife
On the Buses
But the journey. The journey is still the same. The sense of moving through a landscape that is still, in some deep way, unfamiliar to me. The small thrill of stepping onto a bus and trusting it to take me somewhere I have never been; or back to a place I know well. That trust is easier now. The bus will not break down. The driver will not lose control. The windows will not fall out. It is safer. It is cleaner. It is, in almost every way, better. Continue reading On the Buses
The Colour of Spring
Waiting for the colour of spring.Let me breathe… – Talk Talk, April 5th. A hot, pale blue sky arches over … Continue reading The Colour of Spring
The Girl in the Doorway
Later, I see a plaque. Carved stone, old, official. Two characters: “Civilisation endures.” I do not know what to do with these two things: the girl, the plaque. But they belong together. They must. Continue reading The Girl in the Doorway
The Temple in the Hills
I had not meant to find this place. I had meant to follow a path to the top of a … Continue reading The Temple in the Hills
Street Life: Monday Evening in Anxi
The neon washes over my journal: pink, then blue, then a green that stains the page like a promise. Families … Continue reading Street Life: Monday Evening in Anxi
High Tide on Luoyang Qiao
The tide is coming in. It does not rush. It never rushes. But it is relentless; a slow, patient rising … Continue reading High Tide on Luoyang Qiao
The Colour and the Shape
Colour is its own reward… – Neil Finn, Fingers of Love The rain has stopped, but the sky holds its … Continue reading The Colour and the Shape
Life in the Tea Hills
A story of hills, tea, and the distance between here and home. I am in my friend Lydia’s village. Sānyàng. … Continue reading Life in the Tea Hills
A Walk in the Hills
The city sprawls up every gully, every riverside, every flat piece of land that can hold a foundation. Towering apartment … Continue reading A Walk in the Hills
On a Rainy Morning in Quanzhou
Quanxiu Liu is shining like a strip cut from a plate of sheet metal. The rain falls in torrents from … Continue reading On a Rainy Morning in Quanzhou
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