At the crisp hour of seven on a winter’s morning, I arrived in Venice. The city was eerily empty and quiet in its waking hours….
“Fuck Air BnB”. “Tourists go home”. Confronting messages sprayed across crumbling brick walls on the outskirts of Venice put a pit of guilt in my…
I remember flopping under water like a stupefied dolphin with haemorrhoids for hours, staring at the sea floor as sunlight penetrated the turquoise sea and…
Picture this: beneath an arch of blue sky, where tendrils of fuchsia bougainvillea frame a distant Mount Agung, an afternoon is passed in the company…
I notice the wildlife before the people. Between the hoards of holy cows and scavengers of the sky, there’s fierce competition for edible waste. I’m…
