Baked beans or bust
My only ambition for Boston was to find and eat baked beans. I’ve no idea how I first heard of Boston baked beans, but they’d be tempting me with their […]
Tag Archives: travel
Packing for the First World
My first real independent travel was a half-year round-the-world jaunt, and I overpacked accordingly. From the bleak European winter to malaria in the Caribbean, I was equipped for every eventuality. […]
Concluding the (inconclusive) Cuba Journal
Returning to Havana – to its bustle and heave – was a relief. After a week out in the provinces I was sunburnt and blistering, my clothes were falling apart, […]
Cuba Journal 7: Turning the Tables on Cienfuegos
I just couldn’t reconcile myself to the idea of whiling away days on the beach in Cuba. After a few days in the bustle and blaze of Havana I was […]
There’s something Particular about Cuba’s Casas Particulares
I arrived at my first Cuban casa particular at 3am, having just landed in Havana. Knowing I’d be arriving at a shitty hour, I’d made a reservation, but the streets […]
