Monthly Archives: September 2015

It’s a curse that as a professional travel photographer I feel compelled to leave my camera gear behind when I’m on holiday so I can have a genuine break from my job.

And it’s not surprising that the gods who peer down on me from Venice’s grand basilicas appear to mock me as I wander, having born eternal witness to the stupidity of the notion.

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It’s 10 0’clock on a clear, sunny morning and I’m weaving through the picturesque Italian countryside of Tuscany, a landscape sprinkled with fairytale hamlets and a patchwork of vineyards and olive groves about three hours north of Rome (above). The soaring notes of El Divo’s Nella Fantasia are playing through my headphones and the engine of my 700cc BMW is humming effortlessly beneath me. I’m in a t-shirt and jeans travelling with five other riders including our Italian tour guide, Enrico Rubaldo Fulvio Grassi.

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I was moved, almost to tears, by my first impressions of Rome a few hours ago (that said, it may have just been the exhaustion of the previous assignment coupled with the six hour, sleepless flight I’d just taken from Ethiopia that delivered me to the Italian capital at five in the morning. But let’s go with the first option).

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