It’s a well-worn archetype, that of the foreigner striding through busy city streets with a smartphone or an expensive-looking camera in hand, snapping a new…
I’m in an abandoned theme park in Bali, peering down at the dishevelled buildings, the walls littered with graffiti and a maze of overgrown foliage….
Sitting in a restaurant in Bali, I notice a lot of people who don’t deserve to be here. Not under normal class rules anyway. This…
“I mean it’s great that you’ve seen some art and all, but Park Güell isn’t the real Barcelona experience. It’s just a tourist attraction –…
On a scale of vanilla to hardcore, I’d probably just sit somewhere above average. Lizzy’s shameless love of One Direction places her comfortably below the…
