This piece was inspired by the many conversations of my travels. The distant coastline falls beyond the view of the pier from the boundary of…
Am I an alcoholic? Some might say that if I have to ask myself this question, I probably already know the answer. I sit here…
I will never forget the screams of those floating Germans. There I was, belly up on a scorching tube, drifting down the guts of the…
It was the night before the Thai new year festival of Songkran, and we were spending it in the luggage hold of a bus. We…
I’m in the hostel common area and they’re all here. There’s the German solo traveller in sensible outdoor clothes; the bubbly Scandinavian girls who embarrass…
It’s midday and I’m standing in a parking lot across the road from Warner Bros. Studio. Around me I can see families, couples, groups of…
I sit in a rustic wooden house adorned with ornaments from South Asia in the middle of the wilderness in Bulgaria. It is a chilly…
My Spanish teacher in Puerto Escondido dressed like the Fonz and liked to flaunt the collection of selfies on his blackberry. The photos were always edited in really outdated camera…
Photo by Karl Fredrickson. I’m an atheist. It’s never normally hard for me to admit that. But last time I settled myself in a city overseas,…
Cover by Takahiro Taguchi Dotombori, 10 pm. The street was neon-drenched and the soundtrack was synthetic saccharine J-pop. I stepped into a bar. “Irashaimase!”, shouted…
I walk into a hostel in Italy and the common room is filled with people for the free dinner. I scan the room quickly. There…
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…
