All good travellers agree that the true test of a city is whether or not it can impress the visitor when it’s having an off-day. Considering that I arrived in Zurich amid a dense, moody fog the night after a rainstorm, I was in a prime position to test this theory. But evidently Zurich was...

How much can you tell me about Bolivia? If I asked you to point to it on a map, could you do it? How about naming its capital city, describing its flag, or identifying a single thing the nation is famous for? It’s astonishing how little we know about subjects that should, arguably, be part...

Another bead of sweat plummets from the small between my shoulder blades. I promise never to complain about the timid heat of we get during the summer again. The air is thick with dust and odour, saturated with the struggles, hopes and triumphs of the Indian people. I can taste it when I...