The train from York

A man in an anorak shuffles down the carriage. He sits heavily as if cut from a rope. A girl looks up, shifts and frowns into her book. He glances at her. His face looks shrunken, as though once bigger. The train picks up speed, sways on the tracks. Stiffly, like a...

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I Love to Cycle in Kathmandu

I Love to Cycle in Kathmandu

My brother’s house in Kathmandu is old, narrow and tall. At the bottom of the house is a dark room which doubles up as an entrance hall and bicycle garage. This is where I am, getting ready to cycle across town. I’m wearing good trousers (I’m going to a meeting) and...

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Repairing Ancient Kathmandu

Repairing Ancient Kathmandu

I wrote this article in Kathmandu this Spring but put it on hold when my mother died...only now am I publishing the last of my articles from Nepal. This one has some pretty cool photos and also gives an insight into what's been going on since Nepal's terrible...

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Train Girl

The train is heading south and I stand between carriages. My hand rests on the open window and darkness rushes past. Trees are rigid against the moonlit sky. Smoky clouds are ghost like. A man on the floor gawps into a glowing screen, the blue glare illuminates his...

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Advice for Future Travellers

Rupert Tweets