Term: Issue 01: Firsts
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Nepal: A Flashback
All those who remember Nepal in the late 80s, early 90s will remember it as an untouched, pristine, fairy tale land – an unspoiled kingdom...
Like Climbing Mt. Everest
Rising like Himalayan peaks, four bamboo poles square the altar and pierce the fog. Between swings a canopy, a red ruffled valley cradling gifts for...
Everest Descent
The curtains flowed rhythmically in and out with the wail of the siren. Different from the wide-open view of the rescue helicopter, the ambulance felt...
Moreton Bay
When it’s stinking hot at twelve o’clock, earthy aromas rise and vent. Something’s conjured in a gutbucket and tossed bloodily in a wok to quarrel...
Issue 1: Firsts
Welcome to Panorama‘s first issue. Our purpose is to shift the perspective of travel literature and imagery towards a more panoramic, modern worldview, and we...
An American Revolutionary in Cuba
If anything has shaken me fully free from childhood desires to see the world as a concrete-mould, comprehensible place, a planet where all questions have...
Dots of Lineage Lines
The night is a long gulp it does not quench a thirst but it lingers dripping down a place where panic sets up shop I...
A Blessing, A Question
Today a poet makes a blessing on the poets, the mountains, temple bells, the aspen ringing. Athletic White people carry coffee cups or sports gear....
Who Am I?
Born in Kabul behind mountain walls. I didn’t know that one day I pack the world under my skin. I will find my shadow in...
Rain
Rain drops roll down my face, freedom is so close, when rain encourages you to live, the whole universe is your building plot. Frontiers of...
May 1st, Dinas Dinlle
Moon chasing cats, chasing shadows, chasing tail ends of dreams into satin-slippered cottongrass. Raindrops, chasing teardrops, chasing yellow eyes and field mice round the corners...
Slideshow: Intimacy
I first noticed this whenever I talk to someone who is taller than me or is physically standing or sitting in a position where they...
When I Saw My Mother
Sometimes the people you need to meet are the ones you bring with you. When I saw her. Hidden, in plain view. My mother, the...
Travelling Home
I’ve moved back to Belfast, Northern Ireland. I left the family home for good when I was 19, left my city then too and eventually...
Everything but the Ranch
There’s a light that is particular to Chihuahuan desert of West Texas, to which the town of Marfa belongs, that has less to do with...
A Horror Writer in Transylvania
Horror isn’t always what you think it is—it comes in many shapes and colours, and often when we least expect it. I hopped on a...
Dodging the Dragons
Not long after it opened in the late 1980s, I journeyed the Karakoram Highway, through a region encased in amber, from northern Pakistan to Kashgar...
Triptych: Everest
The curtains flowed rhythmically in and out with the wail of the siren. Different from the wide-open view of the rescue helicopter, the ambulance felt...
Streetview: Mumbai
The gypsies had been there ever since I can remember. There were men, women, and children. The men were dark, surly, and unwashed, often bearded....
James Baldwin: Flaneur de Couleur
I went to Santo Domingo, a sweltering, smoggy metropolis on the edge of a half-island in the Caribbean, as part of my undergraduate university’s study...
Letter from Home: Farasan Island
I can imagine you trying to open the envelope that contains this letter, as weariness conquers you. I know you are still trying to come...
Pearl of Iran
When I was 10, my father was hospitalised due to kidney disease in a hospital in Urmia. At home, in Tabriz city, my mother, my...
Our Own Archipelago
Two days since midsummer passed. We partied all night on summer cottage decking and drank strong beer with a bear’s face snarling at us from...
Cherry Picking
At twilight, Johnny roams the narrow streets. He passes the central square, the old church and the launderette. He walks on searching for something. When...
Mutola
Chivambo loved to tell stories, but this one was his favourite. He told it as often as he could. Some heard it when he was...
What we Leave Behind
First, I remember leaving behind my best friend. Throughout my childhood, my immigrant Korean-American family moved a lot. That story of serial displacement is shared...
Letter from the Editor-in-Chief
I got into travel writing accidentally: it’s not something I intended to do, but a series of circumstances happened which made me into a travel...