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An Ode to Lolita Fashion: It’s Not What You Think

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 the shoes I called my Ruby Slippers - my mother's red pumps. I wasn't supposed to wear those shoes. And certainly not over the wooden floorboards -- something about leaving…

ByAnonymous 7 minRead time

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“What Goes Around Comes Around”: On Accepting Kindness From Strangers

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 treated me to a magnificent meal of sashimi, okonomiyaki and the usual unusual assortment of Japanese vegetables exotic to the foreign tongue. Where I had presented nothing but the hitchhiker's…

ByEli Sooker 6 minRead time

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Fear of Missing Out: The Love Life of a Traveller

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. Dating is not simply an arduous task to end the misery of monogamy, but it can be a MasterChef dessert when someone with a refined palate plates it up (that’s…

ByAnonymous 8 minRead time

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Caught in the Crosshairs of My Unshaven Armpits

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, hair and makeup immaculate, black stilettos clicking underneath the table. Waiting for our meals, I raise my arms in a lazy stretch when I catch my mother’s eye. Her look…

ByManeesha Todd 9 minRead time

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Drunk on Homesickness

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 favourite meat pie flavours. “Mine’s bacon and cheese!” I offered. He said he didn’t care. The other was a girl whom, upon hearing her Sydney accent, I became so overwhelmed…

ByAlana Berghofer 6 minRead time

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The Sushi Predicament

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 of leggy models, they were small balls of rice. I imagine I felt the same way at this Shinjuku sushi restaurant as I would have at a high-end fashion show,…

ByImogen Sloss 7 minRead time

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I Visited Seven Dentists in Europe on a Trip to the World Cup

It’s my second day on the streets of Moscow and the dentist I think I’m booked in to see doesn’t exist. I walk with my boyfriend to the address on Google Maps and it’s an office. I ask an information centre and they direct me to a random street where there should be an American…

ByCaitlin Cassidy 9 minRead time

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Yes Burning Man Has Changed — But It Still Fucking Rules

It doesn’t seem like the beautiful chaos that is Burning Man – blooming annually in a desert metropolis entrapped by shifting sandy hills and black rock mountains – could ever diminish into the dust. After becoming Nevada’s third largest city for one week, the city disappears without a single trace, just as immediately as it…

ByEzekiel MacNevin 10 minRead time

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Finding the Darkness: Running From Addiction in Cambodia

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…

ByKingsley Bell 8 minRead time

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My Time on The Bachelor India

“My name is Nirvana. I am 26 years old, and I am here to find the love of my life.” This is a sentence I never in my craziest nightmares thought I would say, but then I found myself on The Bachelor India. Shit. After graduating from uni four years ago, I was stuck in…

ByNirvana Bhandary 14 minRead time

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The Power of a Pair of Hands

At the crisp hour of seven on a winter’s morning, I arrived in Venice. The city was eerily empty and quiet in its waking hours. As I wandered through wispy fog, I caught a glimpse of its timeless charm: a baker arranging brioche behind a golden window front, a pair of painters repairing flaking pastel…

ByAnnabel Bowles 6 minRead time

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Why Do A Writing Workshop In Spain?

¿Porque no? In line with our ethos to foster writers and writing in the most interesting and pleasant places on Earth, the time is ripe to offer our world-famous and highly recommended travel writing workshops in Europe. We’re kicking it off in Spain, the peninsula below the Pyrenees and above Africa, but not including Portugal.…

ByGravy 10 minRead time