I had the privilige of getting close (rather too close) to Mountain Gorillas!

We had come in search of paradise, but paradise, it appeared, had itself upped-sticks and left.

"There used to be one that we would see quite a lot.” “What happened?” Our guide didn’t say anything, she just looked down into the hole.

There are only a smidgen of reasons I may willingly forego my morning shower. And it turns out that camping in the Pantanal is one of them.

Unfortunately, I have absolutely no idea how to drive a horse. I rammed the ignition key in and twisted it to start. Bad idea.

“Aaiieeee!”, Paulo almost convulsed as he let out a cry of surprise and brought the boat to a coccyx-pounding halt.

Barely had I finished my fantasy when our driver suddenly yelled, “Stop!” We turned, eyes wide, hearts beating. “I must piss first.”

As we bounced through the night, now cool from the suns absence and a brisk wind that wreaked havoc with our hair, I felt alive!

The Arctic Circle at dawn. One of our planet’s most inhospitable places. We were seeking the sea monsters that patrol these menacing seas.

“Help!” I waved frantically at the people on the bank. They waved back. That was nice. But also very unhelpful.

“I’ve always wanted to try riding a motorbike.” I remember saying this to Ollie, but I’m not sure why I said it. Because I really haven’t.

“There is literally nothing to do here except count the seconds until your departure.”- English (have actually visited the place)

I have always maintained that if I ever have to ride heroically into battle that I should like to do so on the back of a bear.

A lonely figure appears on the shore, spat out by a mocking ocean.

As I sat on the veranda at breakfast, I remembered that one of my friends lives in Wales and that I therefore couldn’t possibly be racist.

You may still be wondering why this critter had not run. Unfortunately, it couldn’t. It was phenomenally dead.

Long, auburn hair, massive swollen cheeks, and biceps the size of Birmingham, it was an elusive alpha male. And he was furious!

If the phrase “start as you mean to go on” was enshrined in International Law, I probably wouldn’t even have reached Vientiane.

Ok, let’s play a little game. What is huge, has hardly any hair, and acted as my bathing companion? Thats Right, it’s Ollie Froy!

What did appear on the bank was just as surprising, for cutting a lonely figure in the middle of nowhere, (not an exaggeration) was a man.