'Traveling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, 'I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.' - Lisa St. Aubin de Teran

I was born restless- from the well thumbed pages of old National Geographic magazines to a much-loved picture book of watery Stockholm, wanderlust has been my constant companion...

Why do I endure bleary eyed mornings on hideous flights, currency exchanges, bus rides on bad roads and nerve racking jet lag?

I travel because I may not speak the local lingo or know another soul but feel comfortable...even with discomfort.

I travel to find intriguing story angles...

I travel because it stretches my perspective in extraordinary ways...
To me journeys are truly the 'midwives of thought'.
To me, God is in the eyes of the child that sold me a bangle at Angkor Wat...
In that second when I saw a clown fish on the Barrier Reef...
In the chimes of a bell on Lake Bled...
In the moment that I looked up at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
In the smile of a Bedouin at Petra...
I travel, therefore, I am.
I write, painting pictures that transcend time and space.
To evoke the smells, textures, sights and tastes of travel...
I write, therefore, I am.