I am a world news journalist and travel writer. I work on the BBC News website, covering international news stories. Previously, I have worked for Index on Censorship, the Guardian and Reuters.
I am now based in Washington. Before this, I was in London and Buenos Aires.
A random selection of articles, linked below...
Televangelist Todd Coontz has a well-worn routine: he dresses in a suit, pulls out a Bible and urges viewers to pledge a very specific amount of money. "Don't delay, don't delay," he urges, calmly but emphatically. It sounds simple, absurdly so, but Coontz knows his audience extremely well.
When a young Nicaraguan woman became mentally ill, the pastor in her village decided to carry out an exorcism to expel her "demons". She was starved and so badly burned that she soon died, causing a national outcry.
When plainclothes policemen came to the Buenos Aires Herald's office brandishing machine guns, the newspaper's staff knew they were coming. It was 22 October 1975 and the police were looking for the small Argentine newspaper's news editor, Andrew Graham-Yooll.
The curious case of the fake German heiress
Extremely rare video footage has emerged of a tribe member who has been called the "loneliest man in the world". The 50-something man has been living alone in the Brazilian Amazon for 22 years, after the last members of his tribe were murdered.
Photo: Joel Saget/AFP/Getty Images "Mosul church survived 1,800 years but couldn't survive Isis - burned it as Christians expelled," tweeted the head of Human Rights Watch, Kenneth Roth, sharing a now-deleted photo of a church in flames - purportedly in Iraq.
On the anniversary of the Argentinian coup that led to the disappearance of around 30,000 people, Vicky Baker interviews those who were imprisoned, threatened or lost family
"How do journalists keep themselves safe in war zones? They can't. I was taught we should never think that we are either safe or qualified to recognise all potential dangers," says Nenad Sebek, a former BBC war correspondent.
The first thing I felt when I saw the river running red was relief. The colour was more raspberry sorbet than blood red, flowing invitingly beneath soaring, skinny palm trees. Until this point, I had been slightly worried that Caño Cristales, Colombia's so-called river of five colours, could be to water what the northern lights are to the night sky - unreliable and often nothing like the pictures.