A night in a jazz club in Rome, Italy 

There’s a sort of electricity in the air. A sense of anticipation. Something is due to happen. That’s the feeling I got when I first walked into Gregory’s – a darkly lit jazz club hidden away down a thin road between the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps in Rome, Italy. Dominating the room is…

A dash through Oslo and Paris (part three)

Touching down in Paris, I meet the film crew again (who were on the same flight). I’m presented with a little gift of Underberg which is a “digestif bitters” alcoholic drink that some use for digestion while others sip it as a boozy treat. It’s a secret recipe made from herbs sourced from over 40…

A dash through Oslo and Paris (part two)

The next morning, I met up with the three man film crew who I was to spend the next three days with here in Oslo and then Paris. Much to my relief, their command of the English language was expertly. It was to a level that they made sarcastic jokes in English with pitch perfect…

Trying to get myself some peace: A brief trip to Amsterdam

In the last two weeks, I’ve been on five planes and visited three countries – two of which I’d never been to before (the other was Paris). While I would love to live such a prolific jetsetting life on my own dime and time, these three trips were made for business. But that doesn’t in any way detract from the wonder of exploring new cultures.

Dreams of Tibet

I’m sat in the north of England doing some work at home but with the combination of drinking some Darjeeling tea and having the beautifully lensed film Seven Years in Tibet on in the background, the wanderlust in me stirs, the exotic dreams awaken and the need to be exploring while in awe of new surroundings takes me away.