0 Hours – Entrance Minutes into Cerro Rico and the world turned utterly grim. The tunnel was narrow, and dust choked my airways....

“Who regulates this?” asked the German tourist, accustomed to regulations. Ronald, our guide, ex-miner, and insane person spat out a...

Compared to its giant neighbours, Ecuador looks as if it could fit in your pocket (It’s actually larger than the UK). Despite its size,...

The whistles of war blew. The Japanese vanguard charged over the dusty hill, trudging through rotten corpses. Their rifles cracked and...

The heat and smell hit me like the waft of warm fart, unpleasant yet familiar. After 4 hours on a bus, 2 hours of which were spent...

“Why am I in Puyo?” I thought. I had been stirred from my sleep by a chorus of chickens cowering from the rain. We had no plans to quest...