Bending down to pick up my bag, an Indian fella in front of me farted directly into my eye balls. Continue reading

Bending down to pick up my bag, an Indian fella in front of me farted directly into my eye balls. Continue reading
Ninety-five percent of the books left by travellers on the foisty shelves of warungs in Ubud fall into these categories:
self-help
yoga and meditation
romance
books about Bali and Lonely Planets
Russian stuff (Spy shit? Who knows? Could be anything, frankly)
So, ‘Gridlock’ by Ben Elton, a 90’s comedy about a paraplegic embroiled in the corrupt motor industry, stood out like a set of fluffy dice in a Rover 800. Continue reading
Wow. I never thought I’d see the day, but I’ve shoehorned myself into some ludicrously tight-fitting, 80’s-teeny, pink, porn shorts and I’m wearing my hair in a double man-bun. A three week immersion into the world of Ashtanga starts here. Continue reading
Ron Lilley, Herpetologist
And aren’t we all? Continue reading
His house is OCD-amazing. It’s newly built and has a pool, a trampoline and sexy hammocks that overlook a beautifully manicured, Stepford Wives-type park. We’ve a swanky Airbnb rent with this guy in Margaret River. Ensuite, double, porn shower, fluffy towels and a clean fuckin’ dunny. The only problem is, this dude’s on meth and he’s desperate to hang out.