Midday was drawing near as the air conditioning unit began to choke in the corner of the underground restaurant I’d taken refuge from the heat…
Stumbling out of Gare du Nord, I resist the urge to repeatedly punch myself in the head. A poorly booked, non-refundable ticket has left me…
Continued from Part I The vehicle I’m cowering behind is owned by a silver-haired man with a proud belly, and he’s staring at me without…
The tuk tuk is brand new and the driver is young, lean and muscular, wearing a tight-fitting purple t-shirt. After gleaning that we’re going to…
