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…
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…
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…
“Ma’am, would you mind stepping over here so that I can test your bag?” The only time I get called “ma’am” in my life is…
In hindsight, there were probably smarter places I could have travelled to escape my addictive personality than Eastern Europe. Especially when a recovering junkie can…
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…
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…
I’ve never been a huge fan of the term “developing”. This is especially true when it’s used as a euphemism – most often to describe…
Having finished high school, gotten my place at uni and taken a gap year, I was at a bit of a loose end. The thought…
The lights have just come up and I’m high as a kite. The last DJ is putting records into boxes and the crowd is dispersing….
Party drugs like ecstasy, ketamine and cocaine find their way into the pockets of festival, concert and couch-session attendees, making them as common as a…
When I was 22, three things happened that will forever mark the narrative of my life. I graduated from university, I broke up with someone…
