I currently have new book reviews for Tearing up the Silk Road (Garnet Publishing, 2012) in Australia's Get Lost Magazine (see it here), Vagablogging, Open Central Asia Magazine, and Perceptive Travel. It's also been in Wanderlust, National Geographic Traveller and Bare Essentials.
The Kindle version of Tearing up the Silk Road is now available to download for just £1.91 at amazon.co.uk, and $3.09 at amazon.com. Any reviews on Amazon or other book sites would be appreciated.
My new book Voodoo, Slaves and White Man's Graves is now receiving quite a bit of interest from both publishers and literary agents. It's too early to announce anything yet but hopefully I'll have some more news soon
Another project that I have recently become 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
I have recently returned from visiting Cuba for the first time. I flew into Havana and then travelled to Vinales, Trinidad, Cienefuegos and Santa Clara before returning to, and flying out of Havana. We stayed in Casa Particulares and used a mixture of Viazul buses and shared taxis to travel between cities.
I have now completed my second full-length travel book Voodoo, Slaves and White Man's Graves: West Africa and the End of Days.
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
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...