Abandoned mosque and mausoleum of Shahin al-Khalwati, Cairo

About the blog

Places saved is a collection of entries, stories, photos and guides from the road. In part, it’s an attempt to revive a long-defunct blog (‘Wanderings,’ it was aptly called then), begun in the days when smart phones and apps remained years in the future (for me, anyway) – not least the brilliant Saved Places function, launched by Google in 2017. I hope you’ll find something worthwhile in this growing and somewhat haphazard collection, something to tempt you to add a pin or two from my world map to yours. For alerts of new entries, subscribe below. In any case, thanks for stopping by!

Author Portrait: Anthon Jackson (Zarqa)

About me

I’m Anthon Jackson, a writer and photographer born in Ogden, Utah. I’ve contributed as an author to more than 30 travel titles over the years, working for Rough Guides, Lonely Planet and other series. I’ve covered, among other places, Egypt, Italy, Pakistan, India, Oman, Turkey, Jordan and Indonesia.

I fell into the worlds of travel, photography and writing by pure dumb luck. A US Embassy brat, my childhood moves formed something of an arch around the Indian Ocean: Australia, South Africa, Singapore, Ethiopia—no more than a few years based in each. During university days back in Utah, the family home, I spent $80 on a point-and-shoot camera, only a few hours prior to departing for Cairo and Amman for a few months of Arabic studies. ‘You will want a camera,’ I’d been told (not long before hearing that ‘you will need to land on a major). I’d leaned toward becoming a student of the Middle East in part for the dark, empty space it encompassed at the top of my childhood’s arch of pins that ringed the Indian Ocean: until then, my brushes with the so-called Islamic World had come largely at its farthest fringes.

A year and roughly a hundred-plus breathless posts later, I’d wound up with a full-fledged blog and a developing love for the region, its people, its history, its light. Invited as a journalist to Tehran (by any real gauge, I certainly was not), I was only slightly less ambivalent about buying a camera than I had been a year before, shelling out more than $80 this time, again just hours before a long-haul flight.

After several more years of shoestring wanderings, returning as much to the familiar as exploring the strange and the new, I wound up with a permanent base—and eventually, a family of four—in quiet Aarhus, Denmark.

In resurrecting my long-defunct blog, I hope to inspire (in myself as much as in you, dear reader) a sense of the wonder often lost or forgotten in the daily struggle – but never too hard to find.