Here you can find stories that have been shared around roaring fires, over broken bread and flowing drinks, and also in the quiet moments between two hearts. Stories that decorate the ink covered pages of my journals and notebooks. Scrawled notes to planned and drafted prose. Moments lived and captured to be told.
It is in these moments of storytelling that I have connected with strangers and friends alike, stretching across culture, age, experience, and even time.
The central shops of Marrakesh all pander to the tourists that pack the market streets, all seemingly selling the same items. Trinkets and bracelets all identical to the next. I wanted something different, a better story to tell. After a while exploring the streets away from tourists I found a small shop. I was met … More The Swordsman
There’s a magic to bookshops. Those that are familiar and those of unknown cities with books in languages you cannot read, hidden down twisting back streets. The books hold within their pages the thoughts and knowledge of another. Written testament to their experience and imagination to be passed down. Human history and the world around … More Bookshop Thoughts
“Alright next,” the airport security guard announced, his million repetitions of the same speech crystal clear in its delivery “feet on the yellow footprints, hands on the yellow hand prints”. His tone and manner completely professional but I was about to interrupt his normal work flow. As some people would put it there is an … More Airport Guard
