To the last man standing. To the big night out. The party isn’t over if the music’s still playing. Who did I get that cigarette…
He bumbles aimlessly through the station, his sandy brown hair a beacon, head and shoulders above the tide of mostly black. He has no passport…
Cover by Alec Favale. There’s no mistaking being in Kuta. Hordes of mopeds fill the congested streets with smoke that burns my nose; the endless…
Seven months into a student exchange in Europe, and I’d only seen two Australians. One was guy who had little interest in reminiscing about our…
“He tried to go to heaven but he went the other way, he went down! Down! Down! Down! Down…” I winced, watching the nasty concoction…
Fuck. I looked down to see my phone submerged in the squat toilet. Through hazy eyes, I could see its top protruding from the water….
There we were again, perched in the gutter outside a dingy convenience store eating Pringles and sinking Bintangs, on a mission to get wasted in…
“You have to hook us up next time,” the three of us – Sam, Jordan and myself – begged Jim. We were sitting on the…
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…
My baby brother recently turned the big 1-8. I’m pretty sure I was more excited than he was, as I’d been anticipating the night I…
It was our last night in Mexico and we were staying in a town swamped with cruise ships. After a day of watching grandparents shuffle…
So you’re a global hobo. You’ve probably slept on the street, or at least at a bus station. You’ve definitely been wearing those undies for…
