One of my favorite podcasts is BBC Desert Island disks, where guests have to chose 8 songs they would take with them if cast away on a desert island, songs that carry special meaning for them and/or define different stages of their life.

Between 2010 and 2019, I worked in Doha, Qatar, during which time I was lucky enough to do an enormous amount of travel, both for work and pleasure. In the spirit of Desert Island disks, I have set myself the challenge of choosing nine photos from those nine years that carry special meaning to me. It wasn’t an easy choice, given that I had over 10000 photos to choose from. So without further ado….

New York, New York, New York, New York

I went to New York four years in a row with the explicit aim of doing the New York marathon. Though due injury (2011 and 2013) and Hurricane Sandy (2012), I only managed to do it once, in 2014. A few things soon became staples on my visits – a chocolate and peanut butter cookie from Levain bakery; hot, fresh bagels from Absolute Bagels, a cocktail from Saxon and Parol, coffee from Irving Farm, visits to theUnion Square markets and of course (cliche warning), morning walks and runs in Central Park. I can feel the cold, crisp morning air every time I look at this photo.

The young sellers of Jabel Shams

One of my few regrets in the nine years I spent in the Middle East is that I didn’t spend more time in Oman, a country of such spectacular natural beauty and interesting culture. A framed version of this photo sits proudly in my kitchen. Like so many others in Jebel Shams, these two boys were selling colorful wristbands/bracelets to tourists, though I got the distinct impression that there was a thousand other things they wanted to be doing (for an excellent insight into the history and culture of Oman, check out the late Anthony Bourdain’s feature on Oman. Also, for ultra runners out there, check out one of my favorite off-road races, the Wadi Beh).

Majorca dreaming

I have been lucky enough to travel to Majorca a couple of times, once to attend a sports nutrition conference, the other purely for pleasure. The southwest part of the island holds the greatest appeal, especially the town of Deia, where I stayed on my second visit. This photo was taken in either Soller or Valldemossa, also on the west coast. It’s appeal lies in the fact that it captures a vision of the person I want to be when I grow old – hanging out in a beautiful small village, walking to the local grocer or farmers market in clothes that don’t quite fit/match and not caring anything about it.

A summers day in Paris

Hanging out in cafes, either alone with a book or with friends over a glass of wine or coffee, is one of my favorite past times. It’s even better when you can do it soaking up the sun and watching the world go by. Therein lies the appeal of this picture, taken late on a late summers day in the heart of Paris. Every time I look at it, I speculate about the topics of conversation and global issues being discussed and resolved.

Of the grid in Nepal

I could have easily chosen all nine photos from my two trips to Nepal, such is the awe inspiring beauty of the place. This shot of the Annapurna mountain range was taken from Muldhai viewpoint. The night before I had had a terrible nights sleep and seriously contemplated not getting out of bed to do the 60 minute climb in the cold and dark up to the viewpoint. I’m really glad that I did!

Family time: Nepal

I’m not sure why I like this picture so much. Maybe it’s the animated expression on the older ladies face as she converses with the man I imagine to be her husband, or it’s the gaze on the young boys face as he stares off into the middle distance, contemplating the day ahead. Above all, I think it’s just that it captures three generations of the one family spending a moment together and enjoying each other’s company.

A magical travel moment in Italy

At the end of one of the last stages of my hike on the Alpe Adria trial, I stayed in the small Italian village Tribil di Sopra, which has a population of only 40 people! It just so happened that on the night I was there most in the town (as well as some who had left), were celebrating the feast day of the Assumption of Mary with a communal BBQ that they were more than happy for a fellow hiker and I to join. This photo, which captures preparations for the celebration, never fails to bring back fond memories of the night, and indeed of my whole trip, which you can read more about here.

Discovering Petra

The day before visiting Petra, I did the Dead Sea ultra marathon, much of which is downhill. Suffice to say, just making it down the stairs at my accommodation the next morning was an accomplishment in itself. That said, the six hours spent wandering around the ruins of Petra was worth every step. Like most other tourists, I was offered multiple donkey rides through the ruins, which I always stubbornly declined. Every time I look at this photo I imagine a young man contemplating a trip on horseback into the sunset across the great unknown – not one on the hunt for tourists looking to rest their weary legs : )

Rediscovering Tassie

The last time I had visited Australia’s smallest State was to row a pair at the 1997 Australian Rowing Championships on the stunningly beautiful Lake Barrington, an experience that I have done well to eliminate almost completely from memory. The want to visit Tassie again was to explore and enjoy the the food, wine and beautiful natural environment that the island is becoming increasingly well known for. It did not disappoint, with days filled with long walks in the wilderness, wine tastings and beautiful food. This photo was taken on an early morning walk in Binalong Bay, one of the many highlights of the trip.