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Activism, Wanking and Saving the World
Predicting the impending apocalypse is no longer just a game for those dogmatic Mayans. Random Instagram pages on a quest to expose 5G, the reptilian elite and adrenochrome-addicted pedophiles have also joined the party. And even more surprisingly, modern science has also decided to chime in with its very own version of a doomsday prediction.…
A Middle Finger to the Modern Trap
I’m looking for a job and it is depressing. Trudging through the lists of meaningless positions feels wrong. It feels like a waste. People have so much potential and the world we have squanders it. I see my friends settling into careers even though so few are doing what makes them happy. Friends who acted,…
The Highs and Lows of Travel
Travel fucks with you. It really does. Travelling makes you confront how lonely you truly are in this world. It unforgivably tosses you into some of the most uncomfortable of situations. Like when you are in a country that drives on the opposite side of the road, making you beg for your life each time…
Why We Need to Get Our Tits Out
There were boobs. So many boobs. Saggy, perky, big and small, in a myriad of shapes, sizes and colours, but with plenty of tanned skin; fitting for the beaches of Barcelona, Spain. I was a tad shocked, but immediately impressed by the lack of giving a fuck about your body. Young women chatted as they…
The Politics of Tanning
When I am travelling, there is one particular image that ignites a strong emotion of fullness and freedom within me. That image is of my tanned arm immersed in seawater as I float in the ocean. The sight causes my heart to burst with elation. When my bronze skin and the turquoise sea merge into…
An Ode to Hot Chips
Travelling in a large group of people can often lead to some awkward ice-breaker questions. “What do you do for a living?” “Have any pets?” “What do you miss about home?” For the most part, people are going to miss their family, friends and pets. While I do hold those things dear, what my heart…
I Hope You Catch Yellow Fever and Die
I’m not your fetish. I’m not easy for you to obtain, and I’m not an object of your affections. I am a Chinese girl with a dark complexion, green hair and a loud mouth. I am a Chinese girl who has spent most of her life living in the city of Brisbane, a predominantly white-populated…

Astray is a storytelling project centred on travel, place, culture and identity.

We’re run by a team of writers who mostly live, work and play in nipaluna / Hobart. With reverence, we acknowledge the Tasmanian Aboriginal people as the traditional and ongoing custodians of trouwunna / lutruwita / Tasmania: land that was stolen and never ceded. We pay our respects to Elders past, present and emerging.