I’m a writer, traveller, and occasional liability from Sheffield, with a lifelong curiosity about the world — and an equally long history of getting lost in it. After studying philosophy and world traditions in Liverpool, I decided to do the sensible thing and wander through a hundred countries in search of meaning, clarity, and the occasional functioning Wi-Fi signal.

Somewhere along the way, I developed an unfortunate addiction to getting lost in jungles, interrogated at borders, and mildly hallucinating under the dubious guidance of questionable shamans. I write because it’s the only way to make sense of the chaos — or at least to turn it into something entertaining.

My stories tend to blur the line between travel writing, memoir, and mild existential crisis. They’re about the strange places we end up—geographically and mentally—when we go looking for truth and instead find a talking street dog, a revolutionary, or a dodgy bus ticket. My style is funny, honest, and occasionally unhinged: less guidebook, more field report from the human condition (and how often it gets lost).