At first I was afraid, I was petrified I hit you with my shoe- how are you still alive? But now it’s so much worse You could be lurking in my purse You little creep – now I can’t sleep! — Under the bed? Inside the drawer? Or have you
The air is heavy with smoke. All I can see is a carpet of red shells, strewn across the ground like rose petals, and the sparks of fire that rip through the endless cloud. The angry splutter of explosions intensifies – the procession must be approaching. I see the Gods
Whether you define yourself as digital nomad, a long-term backpacker or simply a very frequent flier, there are some hassles that come up again and again… and are guaranteed to drive you nuts. If you’re as scatty as I am, they might well have cost you a ton of time
Part 1: In Which We Lose All Our Money and Survive Entirely on Mama Noodles Just over a year ago, the bear and I embarked on a long, perilous, chaotic journey across Thailand, China, Mongolia, Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan and Turkey. I wasn’t able to blog about it at the time,
Who wants to hear about my latest international-travel-related drama? OH YOU DO? Well you’re in luck. Because I’m stuck at Melbourne Airport and I’ve run out of book. Here is a timeline of today’s ineptitude, for your very own amusement.
On the crumbling road to the village our pickup truck is pulled over by the police. “What’s happening?” I ask. “They want to see if he has licence, they just look for money,” she tuts. “Always like this.” Our young driver flicks down the sunshade with a long, green-painted fingernail
“This way looks pretty safe,” I say, marching ahead around the corner and straight into the trap: six, maybe seven Thai teenagers, eyes full of malice, fingers already on the triggers of their pistols. I freeze. Behind me, my companions are backing away, about to take their chances ducking through