The first reviews for my new book Voodoo, Slaves and White Man's Graves: West Africa and the End of Days have recently been published in Senior Travel Expert, Perceptive Travel and Bare Essentials.
There are currently free giveaways running for the paperback in TNT Magazine and Goodreads. The Kindle version will also be available for free through Amazon US and Amazon UK on Sunday 9th and Monday 10th March. Any book reviews on Amazon and Goodreads would be appreciated.
As well as Issue Three of Wicked World Magazine (check out the Wicked World Blog) I also have a feature called Selling Sorcery, about the notorious voodoo market in Togo, in the new issue of Get Lost Magazine.
I've just got back from a trip to Rwanda, Burundi, Uganda, Kenya, and Tanzania. We were also hoping to viit the Congo (DRC) but we had to give up on that as they wanted to charge us US $350 each for a visa.
The region appeared to have progressed very little since my first trip to East Africa in 1992. If anything, the basic infrastructure appears to have deteoriated while living costs - not to mention the extortionate national park fees - have risen dramatically.
My second full-length travel book Voodoo, Slaves and White Man's Graves: West Africa and the End of Days has just been published.
Detailing a journey through Benin, Togo, Ghana, Burkina Faso and Mali, it deals with such themes as freedom and slavery, the resurgence of superstition and its threat to rationality, the corporate colonisation of the unconscious, the modern day construction of tradition, and the hidden influence of globalisation... Read More
Another project that I've been involved in, is setting up Wicked World, a new alternative travel digital magazine.
Our intention is to provide a showcase for honest, alternative and irreverent writing, with a particular emphasis on internationally oriented underground culture. We are also planning to provide a syndication service for travel related articles, and to experiment with publishing the kind of eBooks that wouldn't normally find an outlet through more mainstream publishers... Read More
As we clattered through the Kyzylkum desert in the battered shared taxi, the driver reached across and offered me some pills. When I asked him what they were, he shrugged. Sometimes the drivers would take nicotine pills rather than smoking, but chewing tobacco had already been passed around. When it was time to spit out the dregs, they would push open their doors and gob out huge streams of brown spittle into the passing desert. If the timing were wrong and the wind in the wrong direction, then the back seat passengers would be splattered with the chewed out remains. I was wary of accepting an unknown quantity of...
The two young Aussie guys in their bright white shirts couldn't hide their disappointment. As the various day trippers had trudged back on to the Fraser Explorer four wheel drive bus, several had looked over to them quizzically. They looked a bit too smart to be on our bus. "We're custom officials" they said, cheerfully. They weren't really. They were trying to flog fifteen minute flights over Fraser Island for seventy five Australian dollars a head. Apparently this was great value, we'd see all the highlights from a bird's eye view - maybe even some dolphins and sting rays - and we wouldn't miss any of the...