One of the first questions women ask when they learn I have traveled in the Middle East is ‘were you safe?’ It is my deepest pleasure to inform them (mainly because I adore irony) that not only was I safe in Syria and in Palestine, but among the men of the Arabic world I received [read more …]
Pilgrimage is commonly a very long walk. These posts are dedicated to very long walks – the art and the agony.
In 2008, I spent a night lost in a Biblical desert with my son, then aged 30 – a night that would change our relationship forever. Ben had spent the previous year walking, all the way from Canterbury, in England; he had come 5000 miles with his compass set for Jerusalem, and here we were, [read more …]