Five Foot Traveller Blog

Kawah Putih in Bandung

I could smell the White Crater before I even reached it. Rotten eggs, I thought, as I went closer. No, scratch that. Make that thousands of rotten eggs. This particular brand of perfume wasn’t...

Swept away by the Asian African Carnival

The street was a swirling sea of people. Bodies brushed against me in every direction- left, right and all around. I felt like a road cone stuck in heavy traffic, unable to move and...

At home in Bo-Kaap

On March 2, 1653, after a long journey at sea, a slave called Abraham arrived as a stowaway on the shores of what is now Cape Town, South Africa. Abraham had escaped from his...

Unplugging on the Rocky Mountaineer

In a world where speed is everything, travelling has become a bit of a miracle. We hop on a plane, cross time zones and jet-lagged and tired, arrive in a new city. Our flights...

Precious

  The heat was oppressive, the smells around me overpowering. Thankfully, together with the bodily odours and car fumes, there was a hint of the warm aroma of spices. This was Chennai, in the...

A day on the Routeburn Track

I get a kick every time I tell people how the Routeburn Track got its name. The Routeburn Track- one of New Zealand’s nine Great Walks- started out as a trail in the 1860s...

One Tree Hill

I’ve been counting my footsteps here in New Zealand. It takes me 701 steps in about six and a half minutes to reach Cornwall Park from where I stay in Auckland. Next to Cornwall...

Meeting Paul Theroux

    Sometime in 2001, I discovered my mother’s copy of The Great Railway Bazaar. It was an old Penguin edition, hiding on her bookshelf outside my parents’ room. Many of the pages had...

Still alive

I’ll be honest (not to say that I haven’t been in the past), but if you’re one of the five people who actually read this blog and one of the twenty-one souls who follow...