Lots happened on the third night. Really it did. But I don't have much record of it as my camera started to break.

Second night at HomeBase, split up by the Ringbahn party. Better music, more people arrived, plus visiting Floh's place and realising I'd couchsurfed there six months earlier, by coincidence.

A Berlin rail network, 150-200 people, a large stereo and lots of alcohol. Spilling the party on the public transport system for two hours and making ourselves heard.

One-and-a-half nights in Edinburgh just after Christmas. Didn't take many photos but had a fun, relaxing time as Nicky's guest, on my way to Berlin.

Mijn zelfgemaakte gevulde speculaas, gemaakt op 5 december en snel opgegeten.

Experimental Travel #3 - Alternating Travel.
This is what happened when I started by turning right from my house. Doing this experiment makes you realise how towns create a one-dimensional world in a two-dimensional space (by making you follow lines instead of walk wherever you like along terrain). Also, you find yourself guessing where you will finish, and you always seem to get it wrong until the last minute.

Experimental Travel #3 - Alternating Travel.
Leave your home on foot. Take the first path on the left, then the next on the right, then the next on the left, then the next on the right, and so on. Carry on until something - a no-man's-land, a building or a stretch of water - blocks your path and you can go no further. This is what happened when I started by turning left from my house.

Four days, four nights, a lot of Big Decisions to make.

The last of our seven nights, and it's best not to compete with the fantastic night before in Málaga. So we went for something different - a metal club, as guests of Mr G McCrory. And despite wrecking my neck for the next four days and sleeping on a bathroom floor, it felt like a calm and relaxing end to the perfect holiday. 'Til next time!

7 Spanish/English/Manx partygoers + 3 metres of tinto verano = chaos :). One of the best nights I can remember...

With traveller Victoria, we explore Málaga again and tie up a few loose ends on our last day. The sun is blazing down as ever.

Now we are nine. We jump into two cars and head off, larking about on the mountains and then getting a tapa or two back at Cártama.

There was not much planned for this morning, which is just as well, as I almost collapsed with heatstroke. But just walking up and down Málaga's La Malagueta beach is always good fun.

After giving the performance of our lives on the kareoke stage in a hotel in Torremolinos, we head out to the bright lights of Benalmádena, where the tequila seems to flow from the tap, and everyone around us is suddenly Irish.

Tuesday was spent with Allan on a daytrip to Córdoba by train, exploring the old city and taking an obscenely large amount of photos.

A campero is a Málaga sandwich containing chicken, serrano ham, fried egg, cheese, tomato, onion, lettuce, mayonnaise, olive oil and who knows what else, served in a large bap and toasted to perfection. I may move permanently to Málaga simply to eat more of these.

A lazy day spent first at Málaga station negotiating a journey away to Córdoba, before realising it was too late to travel anywhere. So we spent the day exploring Málaga and doing nothing except eat, walk and take photos.

Guaro was having a week-long memorial festival with candles lit across the whole village. We browsed the exhibits for a while, stood in line for food for a while longer, and then hit a club in nearby Caballo Blanco.

Our host for the six days was Isa, a friend I met in Galway last year. Luckily she has a Scénic and loves driving it, so we travelled across to Cártama to pick up Adri, on the way to the white village of Guaro...

Allan and I got to Málaga late on Saturday night, and after a quick few drinks and a poor attempt at sleep, we hit the beach at Los Alamos. Finally, some guaranteed sun this year...

These photos are the best that Liverpool has to offer. Don't visit.

Walking from Ballajora to Maughold via the Raad ny Foillan (Way of the Gull), and hitchhiking back to Laxey.

A wet day in Douglas, nothing to do. So travel to an agricultural fair in the north of the island, where the weather is hot and sunny, and the mud is deep and plentiful.

Back from Singapore, and enjoying a day out on the east coast of the Isle of Man.

A few minutes inside a temple in the centre of Chinatown.

Exploring Chinatown, Kampong Glam and Little India. Most of the rest of the city is taken up by shopping malls.

Trying durian in a fruit market. The taste is unforgettable, but did I like it? I still don't know.

Journey to the 'island beyond the grave' - the theme park of Sentosa.

Half a day around a suburb north-west of the city centre, known for its extravagent houses and expat community.

Four days in Singapore, exploring the city and doing a lot of walking, and eating.

Leaving Pulau Tioman. If I come back, it will be to buy a hut next to the beach, and spend the rest of my days sleeping in hammocks and drinking coconut milk.

Photos from my fifth snorkelling visit to the seas around Tioman, this time circling Pulau Renggis (Renggis Island).

A long time ago, a Chinese dragon princess was travelling south to visit her prince in Singapore. While passing over the South China sea and looking at the beautiful coral reef, she forgot about her prince and decided to live permanently in the crystal-clear water. She turned herself into an island, which is now known as Pulau Tioman.

Normally at Tioman you'd get to different villages by sea - the jungle makes it impossible to travel by land. But a small road and footpath links some of the villages on the west coast.

A journey into the jungle, a journey into the unknown. Hot and very wet.

Made it to Malaysia, and Pulau Tioman! Spent seven nights here, on this tiny, rainforest-coated volcanic paradise in the South China sea.

Two days in the air, not much to see or do. Just eat, drink and use the Emirates in-flight entertainment system.

Walking, hitchhiking and hopping busses with guest Sandy across Castletown, Port Erin, the Calf, Port St. Mary, Peel and Ramsey, all in eight hours.

To the Promised Land!

Visiting a city for the first time, and going on a 26-part mission. All these pictures are in chronological order, over about four hours.

Photos from one street in western central Berlin, travelling from high-numbered to low-numbered houses.

Made it from Poznań to Berlin and spent a few relaxing days there, doing nothing really. This doesn't happen a lot.

Journeying around the city as Matt's entourage. I'm due to spend another five days in Scotland and would love to stay, but somehow find myself catching a plane this evening... destination Poznań.

Meeting in the city centre for a Big Freeze in the station - staying motionless en masse for five minutes while the public catch their trains. Then building pyramids, stripping willows and capturing flags in the parks.

Getting ready for a night out, making good use of coconuts, and packing a whole nightclub.

Meeting various Couchsurfers for a barbecue near Arthur's Seat, next to an old railway tunnel, with Twister, coconuts, cannabalism and a fair amount of drinking.

This week-long holiday in Edinburgh didn't turn out as planned, but to be honest I wasn't following a plan. I ended up spending just over 24 hours in the Scottish capital, but they were 24 hours to remember. These pics are from a scavenger/candid camera hunt across the city centre.

A few days watching motorbikes race each other at speeds of up to 330km/h along a 61km-long circuit of small mountain roads across the Isle of Man, racing just a couple of metres away from your face. Saw the racing from several places along the circuit, and did a fair bit of hitchhiking.

Poorly-planned party after the Berlin Beach Camp. We were all shattered and only had the energy for listening to music while lying on Trevor's mattresses. See you all next year...

After sleeping on the grass, we spent the Monday at the Berlin Beach Camp packing each other's tents up, eating the rest of the food, walking around wearing our tents, playing beach cricket, playing some music, and wishing we didn't have to wait another year until next time...

I woke up just after midnight on Sunday at the Berlin Beach Camp and stayed awake through the next two sunrises. During this time the police came, ordered us to clean the place up early, and open the camp to the public. The day was spent by lounging around more in the perfect sun, pushing each other on shopping trolleys, making Grand Plans to visit New York/climb K2/hitchhike anywhere (none of these happened), keeping people awake with music, and climbing trees. A small Chinese monkey called Carlos was attached to my arm for most of the day.

Saturday at the Berlin Beach Camp and it's starting to get busy. The beach is turning into a shanty town (called The Ghetto), there is little space to play volleyball anymore, the sun is beating down as ever, I'm feeling sleep-deprived, and it's time to escape for a bit. So we're off to the Olympiastadion to see a Bundesliga game. I fell to sleep in the early evening.

Waking up to Friday at the Berlin Beach Camp, and spending the whole time lounging about in the sun, playing volleyball, eating, drinking, swimming in the dirty water, taking freezing cold showers, eating, drinking, playing the harmonica and melodica, eating, drinking... this time I slept on a couch next to the fireside just as the sun was about to come up. I opened my eyes to see the sunrise, then fell back to sleep and found a warm, sun-drenched bench to sleep on for a couple of hours.

Made it to Strandbad Grünau! I haven't been here for two years now, and it's one of the highlights of the year. These photos are split into days, according to when I went to sleep. Although on most days I was sleeping just after sunrise...

Seven sunny days in Berlin! Meeting many old friends and partying until sunrise at the Berlin Beach Camp. The night before the camp we did a Wednesday Warmup Workshop - we tried to do an Experimental Travel game of Barman's Knock (see http://tommoon.fotopic.net/knockingthemback) and ground to a halt at the third place. But the week was underway...

Day 2 of Anaëlle's visit, and taking a ride up to Snaefell mountain at the top of the island, before deciding to jump off the train and hitchhike instead. We got to Ramsey, then Laxey for the blues festival, and much dancing, singing and entertaining.

Having CS guest Anaëlle to stay for a weekend, and using the opportunity to travel around my home country and be a local tourist.

Some assorted cameraphone pictures from a long spring at home, without much travelling.

The last two days of my trip were spent in Galilee and the Golan Heights. Hitchhiking was amazing, thanks to two soldiers who picked me up and drove me to the snow-covered mountains in the north-east, next to Syria, Jordan and the UN demilitarised zone in between. Bullet-holed signs saying "SHELTER", live minefields as far as the eye can see (that remain just in case they're needed in future) and abandoned tanks were the chilling locations for fun and games such as snowball fights against little kids, igloo-building and sledging. It felt like half of all Israelis were in the region, up for the weekend to enjoy the snow. I'm glad we arrived early - the traffic jam when we left was several km long.

A day out hitchhiking and walking south from Haifa to the Druze villages at the mountain top.

I wanted to make a trip into the West Bank at some point, and now felt like a good opportunity. It was windy, wet and even snowy at times, but it was an eerie, and unforgettable, experience.

A day out relaxing at the ancient city of Acre, which is built upon a rock jutting out into the Mediterranean sea.

Early the next morning (Saturday, no buses) I tried to hitchhike south on the winding crater road towards Eilat, but was stopped because of desert floods, and because of a threat of violence from militant Gazans who had recently broken through the Gaza-Egypt border. So I turned round and headed north back to Haifa, into a thunderstorm and a lot of heavy rain. But the hitchhiking was fantastic.

The scenery leading up to the town of Mitzpe Ramon was stunning, but Mitzpe Ramon is on the edge of the Makhtesh Ramon crater, and seeing that was the highlight of my trip. I spent ages walking around in the sun, taking photos and enjoying the silence. Also walked around the small town maybe a bit too much. Maybe I'll come back someday to walk across the crater.

The Negev desert is a chunk of land seperating Sinai (Egypt) from Jordan. Hitchhiking in was easy - there are only two or three roads running from north to south, and one of the drivers even invited me back to his kibbutz for coffee and to show off his RC dune buggy. I wasn't sure whether I'd travel all the way down to Egypt or Jordan, but there was a place that I wanted to spend the night at, in the middle of the Negev - Mitzpe Ramon.

Off to spend the weekend travelling south. Maybe I make it as far as Egypt or Jordan? Whatever, it was a good idea to stay in Tel Aviv for a day, chill out on the beach, at the market and around the streets, and meet up with Limor and Shlomit. Walking round Tel Aviv was a good way to learn more about daily life in Israel, and understand what I need to do to travel further, into the desert.

After the two days of travelling, the next day was spent exploring Haifa and the surrounding area. By this time I'm starting to understand how to get around Israel, order food and communicate with people on the street. I still can't read signs well and I'm getting lost often. But this is a good thing.

I'd not thought much about visiting Jerusalem before the trip. It wasn't one of the places I was looking forward to seeing the most. But once you pass across the hills and arrive in the city, it dawns on you what an important place this is for many, many people, from multiple religions. And when you arrive, you begin to realise how much hatred and resentment there is between groups of people who are committed to being neighbours. Even beginning to understand this will take a lot longer than the two weeks I had. For the first time, I really felt culture shock.

Back in August 2006 I travelled around central Europe for three weeks with an Israeli, Talli, who invited me to visit her, her fiancé Daniel, and her dog Kroovi at their apartment in Haifa. So after a year and a half I accepted the invitation, and spent two weeks staying with them and travelling around the rest of Israel, making short overnight breaks or long weekend trips to the other regions. But coming back to Haifa was always fun too, their apartment is a mini-paradise :). Thank you so much for your great hospitality!

New Year's party at Willaston, hitchhiking around the TT course, and preparing for the trip to Israel...