As I write this, it’s exactly four weeks since I was waiting for a cab to take me to the airport for the first leg of my trip to Kurdistan. (It’s not a complicated journey. Newcastle to Heathrow, night at the Hilton, get up at stupid o’clock, fly to Vienna then on to Erbil. About [...]
1. I haven’t forgotten you. The interwebs of Erbil are temperamental at best, and can go off and sulk for three days if you so much as ask them to upload a photo.
2. I had a fabulous fortnight. Kurdistan lived up to all I remembered and loved about it last time, and more. (I could [...]
1. I am back in Kurdistan, for two weeks this time. It’s pretty much as I remember it: the people are welcoming, the city sprawls and grows almost as you watch, and the work is exciting. The main differences from my last trip here (apart from knowing the lie of the land) are that I [...]