What’s the most quintessential injury an Aussie can get in Bali? A scooter accident. Okay, what’s the second most? Animal Bite. What’s the third—actually, forget…
When people say drugs are a gateway, their minds often jump straight to visions of calamity and misfortune. More often than not, drugs provide a…
I have no other choice. Since the war ended, my life has been miserable. The communists have confiscated our house, our money, our belongings, everything….
It’s quiet outside, a little too quiet. There are meant to be 17 other people here but I haven’t seen any signs of life. Tired,…
You’ve all seen it on TV. Shows like What Happens in Bali warn of the dangers of travelling to the Island of the Gods, a…
We’ve been done long distance for a while now, sitting in front of screens on opposite ends of New Zealand. We could be together for…
I’m halfway through my month-long escape in Bali and my weeks have begun forming a pattern. Monday morning, wake up early, yoga, green tea. Tuesday…
Do you have itchy feet? Are you having a mini quarter-life crisis, or feeling stuck in a rut trying to figure out what the hell…
I put a drop of soap into my menstrual cup and use my hands to spread the soap around the silicon. There is something grotesque…
I have just finished writing for the night. After hours at this internet cafe, I am in need of a feed, and too lazy to…
“Finding the one” is a concept I am utterly fascinated by, but I also find it deeply puzzling. What is it that fuels peoples’ desire…
Lingering incense from daily offerings wafted over the villa; the smell of Balinese air and fresh street food filled my nostrils. A breath felt how…
