The Buzz of Getting Away

The Buzz of Getting Away

When I’m getting a train away from the city I often get a wonderful feeling of liberation. It’s as if I’m leaving all my worries behind and heading into a bright new future where things will be different. I think some people have a similar feeling when…

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Luca Wolfe Murray fixing a roof in Torridon

Why Change Jobs?

One of the reasons I wrote a book called 12 Jobs in 12 Months was to show people that getting a job is easy. Why is this important? So many people I know feel stuck in their jobs. There are many reasons for this: the familiar complaints about bosses, colleagues, pay,…

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Letter to my MP about GAZA

I think the best thing we can do about the nightmare being inflicted onto the people of Gaza is to write to our Member of Parliament. Let them know where you stand. I wrote to mine, Peter Kyle MP, over two weeks ago but he’s not replied. Normally MPs reply…

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Photo in Sarajevo by Rupert Wolfe Murray

Why I Moved to Bosnia

Daniel Craig was a good actor before he got turned into a bad-tempered robot for the Bond films. A great film he starred in, before the Bond franchise gobbled him up, was Layer Cake. It’s one of those clever-witty-vicious crime films that the English are quite…

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By Rupert Wolfe Murray

Belgrade’s Station Disappears

Bewilderment is the word which best describes my feelings when I got to Belgrade’s main station and found it to be abandoned. A flimsy wire fence was the only sign that this once-busy station, the hub of rail travel in the Balkans, has been closed down. Was I in…

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This was my best photo from Croatia

Croatia Looks Perfect, but…

Croatia has one of the most spectacular coastlines in Europe, with mountains plunging into the sea, countless islands, and Dubrovnik: the ancient port city that features in the epic TV series Game of Thrones.  If you’re mega rich, or connected to Croatia’s…

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Photo of East Berlin by the Guardian

My Time in East Berlin

East Berlin was controlled by the Russians until 1989. It no longer exists. I spent some time there many years ago, on my way to Asia. This is how I described it in my first travel book, 9 Months in Tibet. Berlin back then was entirely surrounded by a high security…

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If I was Napoleon

If I was Napoleon

If I was planning to invade Russia with a massive land army (Napoleon went in with 635,000 men and emerged with about 20,000) I would set off in the middle of winter. “But zat is madness your Highness,” they would say. “Even the simplest peasant in…

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Travel as a Way of Life

Travel as a Way of Life

I first posted this article in 2016, but it’s so useful for anyone who wants to go travelling that I’m re-posting it again now. In the interim, Darmon Richter has published a book that is well worth getting: Chernobyl: A Stalker’s Guide By Darmon…

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My Coronavirus Diary

My Coronavirus Diary

At first I was like Trump – in denial – but when it became clear, except to the most diehard conspiracy theorists, that this wasn’t just another seasonal flu I realised that self-isolation and lockdown were essential. “Easy,” I thought,…

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Near Miss in Romania

I was cycling down the hill so fast I thought I might fly, like those kids in ET – Steven Spielberg’s classic film – when the alien enables the kids to fly their bikes through the night sky. It’s incredible what speed you can reach when going downhill on a good bike,…

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Do Romanians understand tourism?

Since I first came to Romania in 1986, it’s been clear to me that Romanians don’t understand the full potential of the tourism business. Over the 17 years I lived in Romania I’ve had countless conversations with people who own pensions, hotels and restaurants;…

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Open Letter to Boris Johnson

Dear Boris, Did you know that you’re facing what may be the biggest political opportunity of our generation – to turn the world green. A majority of the Great British public realise that global warming is a problem and you could appeal to a large slice of the…

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Mozambique village

Villages Made Me

1963. Leeds I was born in a house with wooden floors and an open-plan kitchen. It was located in a rural area by Leeds called Little London. I have flickering memories of a white coat with bloodstains, people standing around and a little sink. 1968. Scottish Highlands…

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Skull

He leaned into me, blue eyes wide, face twitching. ‘My elbow’s fucked mate. I can barely open it further than this.’ An arm extended, palm facing up. ‘It’s from plasterin’ mate. Plasterin’ and wankin’. His skin was blotchy and sagging. Bags were grey and oily under…

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My Chinese friend

This is chapter 33 of my Tibet memoir in which I make friends with a Chinese guy who’s English was not only self-taught but it was a lot better than many native speakers. One of Sir Woo’s visitors stood out from the others. Not only was he taller than the rest…

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Living with Tibetans

This is chapter 33 from my Tibetan memoir, in which I manage to avoid the law (and the backpackers) and stay with local Tibetans… Although the Import Export people didn’t give me a job everything started happening at once. Life seems to work this way; once…

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Trekking from Gyantse to Samye

When I’m walking alone over a long distance, with no need to adjust my pace for other people, my subconscious takes over; it works out how far I have to go and then sets my body at the optimum speed – usually pretty fast. I felt myself powering over that mountain as…

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A double life in Lhasa

This is chapter 30 from my Tibet memoir in which I make the transition from a debauched life in Lhasa and head into the mountains…  What followed was a nightmare. I could hardly control my feelings of panic and confusion; how was I supposed to make a lesson out…

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New Yorkers in Tibet

This is Chapter 29 from my memoir about hustling for work in Tibet in which I describe my American friends, some of whom you might not approve of… The next morning I hung around the Cheese Factory and kept a sharp eye on proceedings. I put a reservation in with…

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Trying to make a phone call in Tibet

At the Kirey Hotel, the most expensive place to stay in the old town, I met a charming Tibetan who had been educated at an English-style private school in the Indian city of Chandigargh. Hundreds of thousands of Tibetans had fled their homeland since the 1950s and…

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A three dog attack — PODCAST

  This is my second podcast. I got some encouraging feedback to my first podcast and decided to do another one from my Tibet memoir. I’d be so grateful if you would leave a comment under here. Feedback from readers of this blog feels so valuable and…

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