I could be in any stylish Parisian street, chatting to friends in a cosy bistro with tiled flooring, red leather banquettes and red-and-white chequered tablecloths. Onion soup, pâté and steak au poivre are on the menu and there’s a chilled glass of Provençal rosé in front of me.
Sunset in Bagan, a seat of Burmese royalty from the ninth to the 13th centuries. I’ve scrambled up to the top of the Shwesandaw Pagoda, one of 2,000 ancient monuments scattered across the plain on the bank of the Irrawaddy, and am perched on a ledge, next to a crowd of monks with iPads. The river glints in the distance as the sun begins its descent towards a row of
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Singing echoed across the water as we puttered over the Chobe river in the shimmering afternoon sun. A beautiful African melody, becoming clearer as we neared our new home, the Zambezi Queen riverboat. The Namibian crewmembers were lined up to greet us with beaming smiles, swaying and clapping. Crocodiles basked lazily on nearby sandbanks. Huge dragonflies in iridescent colours buzzed the boat. On the opposite bank, we could see hundreds
