What’s the most quintessential injury an Aussie can get in Bali? A scooter accident. Okay, what’s the second most? Animal Bite. What’s the third—actually, forget…
The policeman sitting behind the desk in the St Julien police station looks too young to have graduated high school. His senior co-workers, clustered in…
My upper thighs were aching. We were over an hour in riding on camels, and after smacking my chapped lips, it was clear I was…
There is a kind of sexual urgency in the air since human touch became a scarcity. The prospect of a complete lockdown will see single…
A screech of, “GET ME IN THAT FUCKEN POOL!” rattles the oven air. Through the haze of red wine fumes baking off my body and…
“You’d be more attractive if you smoked and were less of a feminist,” he slurs, sloppily, arm slung like a dead weight over my shoulder…
You’ve all seen it on TV. Shows like What Happens in Bali warn of the dangers of travelling to the Island of the Gods, a…
During my stay in Japan, I observed a lot of fortune-telling in Tokyo. I write “observed” because I found it difficult to get my own…
For the first time on this trip, the cocaine looks unappealing. “I think I’m over it. I’ll just drink.” My mood is low — mind…
On training wheels, my older sister used to race me. If she won, she would get an orange-flavoured Chupa Chup. If I won, we would…
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…
Our guide sunk his comically large paddle into the bank and pushed us away. While I half-expected us to gracefully sink into the river like…
