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…
It was my first day of a month in Spain. There I was, sitting at the Carmel Bunkers in Barcelona: a viewing point where the…
We all know that a drunken karaoke session can make even the most admirable person fall from grace. I just didn’t realise how far I…
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….
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…
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…
