Inspiring Travel Writing About Off the Beaten Track: Page 15 of 17

"My donkey-cart driver, the local cabby, was lost, and we’d ended up trotting through Wassu’s weekly lomu where my presence among stalls of peanuts and dried-fish and mammoth piles of watermelons caused a degree of mild astonishment. Not quite The..."

"Midnight had come and gone by the time we reached the deserted city of Old Dongola. We drove through sand which rose in drifts against the sides of collapsed buildings."

"The flight south from Santiago is stunning. At our cruising altitude of 30,000 feet I can see across the entire breadth of Chile: Out of the left window the horizon is cluttered with the jagged line of Andean peaks that forms the border with..."

"The road was now a stony, unsurfaced single track that had been hewn out of the sheer mountainside, hundreds of metres above the valley floor, and disappearing into the distant haze..."