In July 1995, more than 8,000 people were murdered in and around Srebrenica, a genocide like nothing Europe had seen since World War II. Ryrie and I walked the rows of tombstones in Potočari, passed shelled and abandoned Bosniak homes in Srebrenica, and amidst the darkness found a family and a glimmer of hope.

For 427 years, Stari Most joined Mostar. In 1993 it fell into the Neretva; in 2004 it rose again, stone by careful stone. But rebuilding a bridge is easier than rebuilding what it carried. Part II of a series on bridges.

Standing with my son at the edge of Sarajevo’s Latin Bridge, where two bullets set the 20th century on fire, I could almost smell the gunpowder. Part 1 of a five-part series on bridges — what they join, what breaks them, and why we must keep building them.

Just like the real thing, it's taken me a while to make this full virtual climb of Everest a reality. But, we're finally there! Well, via the Southeast Ridge at least, and part of the West Ridge. And, a nice view from the Pang La pass in Tibet - from Nyonno Ri to Shishapangma - […]