Travelogues

April 2012. Pokhara, Nepal.

I often find myself drawn to beaches and not to mountains, but this time, in Pokhra, in Nepal, I found a silence. A quiet quality of almost audible purity.

April 2006. Cartagena, Colombia.

The place has old world architecture, old clocks, portraits of our hostess at various ages on the walls and an air of being a place where time has stood still. I can almost feel a layer of time dust, from another era, coating the whole place, preserving its stasis.

May 2004. Tashkent, Uzbekistan.

I don’t think I have ever seen an airport like it in my life, it has the feeling of an old world charm, like India is trapped in eastern Europe, with traces of old Mughal history, arches with the flavour of Akbar's time, with bathrooms inhabited only by Indian people…it feels like a glorified train station, with carpets on the floor and anal police.