Here I am, lying on a stony beach, near the border of Spain and France, my white ass-cheeks being kissed by the golden, mid-summer sun….
A seductive siren, San Sebastian sings to me. Headphones in and jammies on, I tell her to shush. Outside is the reason I am here…
I’m a romantic — always have been; always will be. I love the idea of knowing what the stars have to say, and am also…
April 2007 In 1994 in Melbourne, Australia, my dad sat in peace. He had marched and fought, and now could return to the country he’d…
In January, in Paris, I got a pair of black leather lace-up shoes from a second-hand store that weighs your choices and charges by the…
I see them on my way to the Prado Museum. Tents — an assembly of bright red tents, maybe 20 or so, pitched in the…
It’s 2am in Paris. We haven’t slept or eaten properly in over 30 hours and the De Bercy bus station greets us with the scent…
The flight from Darwin to Dili takes barely an hour and a half. Cabin service starts before the seatbelt light’s switched off and descent is…
The needle digs into my thigh. Pain cracks through the numb haze that’s descended over my mind from an afternoon making the most of the…
Screaming, crying, cursing, and shouting. Dried up shit in the toilet, on the loo roll, and on the walls. Toys everywhere. This was my life…
South Africa. A country of luxury safari resorts and Apartheid. Of good wine and water shortages. Of huge wealth disparity and Nobel Prize winners. And…
“Another trip, then?” “Yep.” “How long’s this one?” “Not sure yet—three months, maybe.” “I can’t get you scripts that’ll cover you for more than two;…
