Algeria is little visited. This is perhaps mainly because it is overshadowed by easier-to-access Morocco to the west and Tunisia to the east. The legacy of an Islamist insurgency and a resulting civil war also still looms large although a generation ago. Arguably the first war on terror, it may… Continue reading
The past weeks (and actually, months) have raced by like the pages of a flipbook. Taking my freelance status to heart, it means I’ve had my fingers in a variety of different pies, and have been able to explore a little of the Balkans – a part of Europe missing… Continue reading
As I headed for the Algeria-Tunisia frontier my path began to diverge from that of my great uncle more than the 75 years that separated our two journeys. A number of reasons for this existed, some more prosaic than others, for the most part coming down to the practicalities of… Continue reading
I would imagine my great uncle had mixed feelings over leaving Algeria for Tunisia to the east, in an ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’ sort of a way, even if his last recorded whereabouts in the country was in a small town called Duvivier (modern-day Bouchegouf)… Continue reading
Leaving a place I’ve come to know and call home always fills me with feelings of anxiety. Yet, in leaving my rented flat in Cambridge after three years I am doing precisely that, and leaving behind another small group of good friends. Standing on the gravel outside the flat’s patio… Continue reading
With only 4 km between Tabarka and Algeria, I have to cross over to Europe. Algeria is one of those places that makes getting a visa very very hard. So I board the Carthage for Marseille, France. I nap until its more or less time for sunset at 6.15 that… Continue reading
