Traveling in the camel tracks of the tragic Major Alexander Laing a Saharan explorer. As we crested a rise in the highway we caught our last glimpse of the sun before it slid out of view and into the Atlantic Ocean. Through a pinky red haze, the wind floated sand across the tarmac to join the sand dune forming on the other side. Sand flew off the crest of the dune, and so it went on… "So Fergus where are you off to next?" enquired Vyas as we sipped a cold...

My head was swirling and I was lapsing in and out of wakefulness. Every morning in Bangladesh I was boarding a bus, a ferry, a minibus, a train, a motorbike even a rickshaw, and all before 6.30am. I was getting exhausted and my head was rolling from side-to-side. As I drifted in and out of my stupor I looked out of the window to see the horizon going up and down, left and right just like the swell of a broad ocean. How could I get seasickness on a train? Th...

Was it twelve or one? I didn't know, I don't wear a watch and my vintage mobile was dead. I was walking home along Lakeside - the tourist strip in Pokhara, Nepal. The street lights had gone out hours ago - the power cuts had put paid to that. Only the tacky neon signs of the hellish dance bars provided any sort of glow. The trekking shops, bookshops, bars, and the last remaining Internet shops had all shuttered up, or is that down, for the night. Mohammed,...

"Go away!" "Go away!" I was in the ticket hall of Khulna railway station in southwest Bangladesh and I was taking my irritation out on a street kid who was only trying to find some money for his next meal. He was pestering me and I was annoyed. I was upset that I had not stopped Zea going off to buy me a Dhaka bound bus ticket. I don't like buses. Too many times in India while riding my motorbike (the original Asha), I was forced off the road by oncoming bus...

I'm back in Dhaka after getting the train up from Chittagong. Bangladesh trains are much more functional than ours: you can get good cheap food - at any time of the day or night, get your shoes polished, even buy a book, 'oh and when you get closer to Dhaka on over bridges they allow people to jump down and get a free ride to the capital. The shipbreaking yards was an experience - the workers had been on strike for 12 days and the day I got in was their first ...