The Three Lies Of Utila

The only problem with Utila was that I just couldn’t bring myself to leave.  It was a silent dawn on the jetty. The water was stock still, the hammock only rocked slightly and the air hung motionless, waiting to be heated by the rising sun behind me. It was the moment I realised that real…

An Island You May Not Know: Cycling on Porquerolles

We pulled out to sea from behind an angular fortress. Minutes later, white water frothed up the sides of the boat and sharp morning rays glared down on my back. We arrived quickly into a sheltered harbour where boulders protected myriad bobbing vessels and greenery overhung a huddle of terracotta buildings on the shore. Welcome…

24 Hours On Malaysia’s Langkawi Island

I just really needed a wash. It had been several days since I’d felt warm soapy water running over my skin. There had been a handful of bus trips in the humidity of southern Thailand, a scuba diving course spent immersed in tropical waters, after which I had (wrongly) considered myself completely cleansed. Then there…