Author: Aaron Millar

Ecuador Cloud Forest Safari

Ecuador Cloud Forest Safari

I am in a world of water. It hangs from trees like a thick mossy coat. It tumbles in cascades and floods of rushing streams.  I find it quietly fallen, in drops that capture rainbows like prisms, and raging in sudden torrents of intense rain.  And where this water lands, life explodes upwards. Tangled spirals of glistening diversity erupt in slow motion around me, like the genesis of the earth itself. These are the cloud forests of northern Ecuador, one of the most biologically diverse habitats on the planet. In this small area alone there are more then 500...

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More India moments

More India moments

Kumarakom Temple A man’s voice, deep and pure, sings line after line of a prayer.  He begins always on the same note, rising in simple melodic steps, before returning again to the original base sound.  Each phrase lasts just one breath.  Each note is savoured.  As I listen, faintly behind his voice, I hear the line repeated by others. Hundreds of unrehearsed, unconscious whispers – like the echo of a single thought. Beside the dark canals of the Kumarakom River, I follow this sound. Weaving through the forest, darkened by shadow of the new moon, to the edge of...

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The Secret of Great Travel Writing

The Secret of Great Travel Writing

Travelling is one of the great joys of life. But those peak moments of discovery and exploration, when we are elevated from the routines of our everyday lives, are fleeting and, if we’re not careful, soon forgotten. Souvenirs and photographs help us remember. But, over time, the details fade: we see ourselves on the top of Table Mountain, in South Africa, but we forget what the wind felt like on our face, the way our heart beat through our chest with the exertion of the climb. We put the Moroccan tagine pot on our mantelpiece, but we can’t recall...

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India Moments

India Moments

Night Walking in Mumbai People are on the streets: talking, sipping tea, weaving in and out of stalls selling sugar cane, nuts and chocolate. The smell of spices new and strange and delicious fills the night as the heat of day slips, replaced by a clamour of incessant movement, like a blurred image. These are my first steps in India. Rickshaws weave between cars, cows and bicycles. A young girl, barefoot in a blue and gold sari, laughs at my colourless clothes. A young man with a manic smile unfurls a cobra at my feet. Noise is everywhere, but...

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