It was a Friday, around 3pm, when we had our first glass of Kratom. Jai finished his glass first and placed it on the table.
“I’m going to the tip,” he said as he removed himself from the lounge and walked through the front door.
I was somewhat confused by this. Why would a man…
I can’t even show you the CD. Why? Because I threw that five-track motherfucker straight into the Chao Phraya River, Bangkok’s crystal clear aquatic thoroughfare. As a Dive Instructor, I should’ve known better – eventually it’ll end up lodged in the colon of a sea turtle, and I’ll be no better than Tony Abbott or…
Cozmoz arrived with his usual perky walk, wearing flip flops that belonged to two different pairs and red plastic shades lifted over his head. He always had them, even at night. We arranged to meet in a small bar run by Italians in one of the side streets of Watamu's centre, because it was the…
The Adriatic swathes the searing coastline with laps of turquoise under the beating sun. Holiday makers pour in to catch some rays in this warm pocket of Europe. In Split, the architecture boasts of grandeur, yet crumbles in parts – the tarnished foundations left behind from the not long-gone berating of civil warfare and abrasive…
After spending 25 days in the Bulgarian wilderness with a young hippie family – abstinent, vegan and isolated from all of society – I returned to the city of Sofia, my home base. In my hostel room, a beautiful Chinese girl was sleeping. She awoke just as I entered.
“I’m here to go to this…
What a night. Thank fuck it’s nearly over.
Olivia’s sat at the empty bar waiting for the rest of us to finish. Livs works across the road, but she’s new to Liverpool, and usually spends most of her free time in here anyway, whether we’re open or shut.
It’s getting into the wee hours of…
Clack, Clack, Clack. I press my teeth together as I sit on a stool in the tiny, five-person bar. The edges of my vision blur as I stare vacantly at her angelic face, stretching and tightening, as she mouths voiceless words. Is she speaking Japanese? I don’t even know at this point. Wish I had…
When I boarded my flight to Bali as a naïve, 19-year-old solo traveller, the last thing my mum said to me was “always wear a helmet and please, just don’t do mushies”.
The world of party drugs was entirely new to me, and the thought of them kind of scared me. My first overseas trip…
I could see the sun beginning to rise on the horizon of the abandoned Templehof Airport in Berlin from the window of our Airbnb. It was a nice change from the backpackers I had been staying in for weeks, which reeked of desperation and Lynx Africa.
I had just polished off my second bottle of…
It hits around 1am and the bar is heaving, as per. I wriggle through the masses, stacks of glasses wedged under my left arm, balanced precariously, waiting to tumble over from a stray elbow or a wayward backhand.
Kez stands behind the bar, chatting to a woman whose face I can’t see. Classic Kez. He…
There is a fine line between discomfort and danger in the context of travel. Discomfort is that sexy stretching of one’s personal parameters in pursuit of a broader lens on life. Danger is being reckless, indulgent and getting too stoned on a night train in India.
I can’t remember the exact moment my brain ascended…
“Dinner, madam?”
A small frame stretched up and peered into my bed with inquisitive eyes as the Aravalli Range whipped past through the window behind him. He was a dabbawala – a lunchbox delivery man – and he couldn’t have come at a better time.
For several weeks now, I had been traipsing across the…