For somewhere so remote and backward it's incredible how much seems to have happened in the week that I've been settled in Saping, a dusty hillside village in Eastern Nepal...

In the end I spent five nights in Trinindad. Although very touristy in Cuban terms it's a lovely little town but in my opinion it has nothing in Havana. I spent a happy few days pottering around...

Despite having spent two weeks here, I barely feel I've scratched the surface in finding out what Japan is all about...

On arriving in Tokyo Haneda airport I had my first encounter with a Japanese loo...

I had been more excited about the North of Vietnam than anywhere else on my itinerary...

I'm not sure if my stay in Hoi An flew by or the opposite but I extended it to just over a week and quickly lost track of time, settling into a delirious painting, cycling, shopping, eating, repeating existence...

The lonely Planet describes Hoi An as a culinary Mecca. The same could be said for the shopping and the painting...

If I had to describe Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon as it is more commonly known, in three words they would be hot, busy and noisy...

As with everywhere I've been so far I dreaded leaving Ella. How could the coast possibly live up to the hill country? But then I arrived in Tangalle...