Did you know that Spaniards have their own term of disendearment for us? Well they do, it’s guiri (pronounced giddy), and it basically means sunburnt foreigner…
9:30pm, the night before my visit to Machu Picchu. I leap out of bed and race for the toilet. “Esta ocupado,” someone whispers. I’ve already…
“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…
New hostel. You’re checked in and journeying to the common area. Loud voices carry down the hall. Americans, probably, you think. You’re proud to disassociate…
A two-hour scooter ride through wet rice paddies and shadowy rainforest, and I was descending into the valley of Ubud. Overwhelmed by the busy streets…
“If you survived 1993, nothing else matters. There is no such thing as problems.” – Faruk Osmanovic, Sarajevo siege survivor Steeped in a rich valley…
“Today I’m going to talk a lot about the US Army,” says the guide in his thick Vietnamese accent, “I want you to remember that…
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…
You step out from Denpasar airport into the throbbing tourist masses of Kuta, this fresh new hell on earth. Tropical paradise transmogrified into a festering…
I’m on my way home from work. It’s a Wednesday afternoon, the air is crisp and the Barcelona streets are packed full of people, as…
When I wake up, the hostel room seems hotter and whiter than before, maybe even smaller, if that makes sense. My alarm’s ting-a-ling grows louder…
At time of writing, I am staying in a traditional French colonial home located at the heart of historical Da Lat old town in the…
