I prepare for Tokyo by quitting vapes. One week until departure, and I’ve not bought a single item on my list. I’m a zombie, moving through life in a cloud of smoke. My share house from the last six months is ejecting me. I have nowhere to live. It’s a repeat of last January, when…
I could see the sun beginning to rise on the horizon of the abandoned Templehof Airport in Berlin from the window of our Airbnb. It was a nice change from the backpackers I had been staying in for weeks, which reeked of desperation and Lynx Africa.
I had just polished off my second bottle of…
Having finished high school, gotten my place at uni and taken a gap year, I was at a bit of a loose end. The thought of moving from my open coastal home to the big city scared me. On top of that, I had a “sophomore-stage” drug addiction, pouring my life away for opium and…