On Google Maps the world looks flat. Believe me, it's not.

In hot and very humid Numéa we rise early, wandering from place to interesting place (not all of which have joined the 21st Century).

There is a song called Caledonia written by a Scottish guy called Dougie. Not me. Obviously It's maudlin, mawkish, sickly-sweet and sentimental. Very, very blokey. The sort of thing drunks put on a juke box when they're a long, long way from home. Ibiza, maybe. It's about loving a mythical Scotland that never existed. Which is why, years ago, it was used perfectly as the backing music for a no-less maudlin television advert for Tennents lager. The chorus goes: Oh and let me

Air travel ... a never-ending tale of surprising moments in the life of most disabled travellers.

Travel, as always for us, starts with the slow, slow train to Sydney.

Not long after you break your neck in three places (in a not-swimming-well-enough accident) people tend to ask a lot of questions.

Traveling on Australia's 20th Century train service between the nation's capital and Sydney then on to Glasgow with Spike Deane

We awoke a little late. I think we have a plausible excuse (see the preceding 55 hours). As I should have anticipated, there were no...

When we began this long, long journey it was 6:00 a.m. in Paris on Thursday 23 June. So what would that be 'back home'? Two o'clock on...

The distance between the Glam Hotel Milano and the entrance to Milano Centrale is two hundred and sixty metres. I am wearing a most...

We bade farewell to Stephanie, the cats and the Trullo early. Joe drove us across the 'heel' to Taranto from where our train for Milano...

We begin our long journey back to Australia tomorrow -- north to Paris by train then two flights back to the big southern island. So here...

It is Sunday in southern Italy. The town is quiet. The beaches not far from here will already be crammed (even this early in summer)....

Today we visited the Trulli town of Alberobello, about an hour's drive north of Francavilla Fontana. The town is a UNESCO World Heritage...

The chirping of cicadas in 70 year old olive trees is the only sound to disturb the peace. Do cicadas chirp? I am too hot to care. The...

You get up early on a day when the breeze has dropped and it's twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees by breakfast. And your brother asks...

We drove from coast to coast across the 'heel' of the 'boot' that is mainland Italy. From the Adriatic Sea to the Ionian Sea. From...

The English writer Horace Walpole (1717 - 1797) is often credited with writing the first ever Gothic novel. His story, The Castle of...

My brother warned me that life in the Trullo would be rustic ... that's the word he used. Rustic. Did he mention it would be rustic and...

I sat in the shade of a Trullo. A kitten came calling for breakfast. Then mum came. Then they came. Then later we wandered down long...