A little imagination goes a long way in Fes.

As a travel writer I've specialized in gritty, fearful destinations, the kind of places that make a reader's hair stick on end.

There can be few situations more fearful than breaking down in darkness on the highway leading to Casablanca. I have rarely felt quite so vulnerable or alone.

With an enthusiastic team you can achieve almost anything.

I was no longer troubled when he pulled out a machete in a crowded bar, tried to pick up schoolgirls, or threatened to scalp us, then rip off our heads and scoop out our brains.

A man who embarks on a journey must know when to end it.

Buy a house in a foreign country and, it seems, that anything which can go wrong usually does.