Kashgar Tribal Artifacts - Life for the Modern Nomad | Handmade Jewellery, ethnic handicrafts, antique furniture

First ever video by Kashgar, documenting our shoot with Sydney fashion label White Verve last year as part of their amazing The Wanderer 2010 spring/summer clothing collection.

Robert Louis Stevenson once said "For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” Obviously the man had neither pets nor children.  We're heading off to India on a buying trip this Saturday and along with all the usual stuff we have to organise before one of these odysseys, we have something brand new to worry about: what to do with our 16 month old black poodle Phoenix while we're away...

Every year we here at Kashgar witness the Great Shopping Debacle that is Christmas and all the trauma it entails.  What we have discovered after many years behind the counter serving our customers is that most of the stress associated with the festive season is self inflicted.  What this means is that with a little bit of forward planning, it can be avoided completely...

This glossary is by no means complete, accurate or even very good.  It's just my take on the reality of travel in the modern world and some of the more interesting words, situations and things you'll come across out there along the way.  And it makes absolutely no difference whether you're staying in a 6 star paradise or a zero-star shithole either - travel through Asia and for better or for worse, sooner or later you'll come across every one of them...

This trip took place during a very trying time in our lives, in 2002, when we had decided to move from Sydney to Barcelona, Spain, and set up our retail business there. We had been working for some months to establish ourselves and things were not going well.  A wonderful Australian who owned a café in Barcelona and had befriended us now took pity on us and invited us to stay for a long weekend in the charming stone cottage she and her Catalan husband rent in a small but perfectly formed village called Tavertet. The following is my diary record of that fateful trip...