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You look at the biro-ink peaks of Mount Olympus on the back of your ouzo receipt. The receptionist at your previous Greek hostel made them…
9:30pm, the night before my visit to Machu Picchu. I leap out of bed and race for the toilet. “Esta ocupado,” someone whispers. I’ve already…
When countries outside of Japan started to realise that Lolita fashion was a thing, I was still a kid, busy tottering around the house in…
Right now, I should be in absolute shock and wonderment. I’m sitting comfortably in the rental home of three elderly Japanese people, who have just…
I will be bold enough to identify as an expert dater, although I will probably receive a stream of hate messages from exes upon publication….
I watch my mum’s mouth drop open in disgust. “Oh my god.” We’re dining at a fancy restaurant and I’m dolled up to the nines,…
Seven months into a student exchange in Europe, and I’d only seen two Australians. One was guy who had little interest in reminiscing about our…
The plates circulated like a runway at fashion week, except instead of haute couture, the models were dressed in shades of raw fish, and instead…
