Nothing symbolises Western society – particularly, its notion of time as a commodity for sale – better than the taxi driver’s meter. As a child,…
Our legs dragged as we approached the traditional Indonesian restaurant, known as a warung, at the end of the street. Smokey grey fumes swirled from…
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle-fucking-Dum could tell you that members of the same species share similarities – we all eat, sleep, walk, shit, laugh, cry, love…
We were at the end of our dubious four-and-a-half month voluntourist teaching placements in Northern Vietnam. We had by now overcome the shock of the…
“You are sick, you are weak; this will make you feel better.” Phani handed me a bottle of whiskey. Personally, I thought he was overreacting….
Rough hands threw me against a wall where I crumpled, watching as Abraham was towed away. The bouncer shoved me through an exit into an…
The sun beats down on your shoulders like dead weight and the air is so thick with humidity and pollution that you’re struggling to breathe….
