We enter at the ground floor and press 57. We are up in no time. I know we’re rocketing because deceleration starts at about floor 40. I’ve sold lifts for a decade but therraint many like this in Yorkshire, like. Continue reading
“Do you know what’s the best thing about flying in the morning, love?”
“Is this a joke?”
“No. Airport breakfasts.” Continue reading
You’re a cock. A wonderful, shining cock. You are absolutely wonderful. Glorious. The chicks all love you. Continue reading
Welcome to Kuala Lumpur.
The first I ever understood about Hare Krishnas was that you had to run them over in Grand Theft Auto to get points. Continue reading
“They rode on. The horses trudged sullenly the alien ground and the round earth rolled beneath them silently milling the greater void wherein they were contained. In the neuter austerity of that terrain all phenomena were bequeathed a strange equality and no one thing nor spider nor stone nor blade of grass could put forth claim to precedence. The very clarity of these articles belied their familiarity, for the eye predicates on some feature or part and here was nothing more luminous than another and nothing more enshadowed and in the optical democracy of such landscapes all preference is made whimsical and a man and a rock become endowed with unguessed kinships.”
I won’t be snorting anything through this! A little poem about something I found in my wallet. Continue reading
Woah dude, why did I forget my glam-rock bell-bottoms, fly-aways and two-tone, sport-frame, amber aviators? This place reeks of 70’s porn. It evokes images of densely smoky, sweaty foreheaded, Thai whisky, hold-all drug deals going wrong and pseudonyms used by former BBC children’s TV presenters for suspect sex tourism in patterned Speedo’s. Continue reading
Four teenage boys skip school and play gangsters, but when a tetchy, Greek kebab shop owner flips, the boys get involved in something dark. Continue reading
Rejecting the hullabaloo and excess of the Western world for a month of freedom in the East means you can throw a few vests in a bag and everything’s hunky-dory. Passport. Check. Wallet. Check. Vests. Check. Undies. Check.
However, prioritising the pure necessities for a rough and ready back-packing trip when you have a limited number of litres in your rucksack can present it’s own dilemmas. Here, our guest back-packing legend and seasoned traveler, Hazel Keeley gives her tips on keeping packing to a minimum. Continue reading
Wandering the many markets of Chiang Mai, Pai and Luang Prabang with Hazel and Collette as they perused jewelry, purses, trinkets, bronze statues of Buddha, candles, harems, hand-made cosmetics and Eastern ornaments, I felt a little out of place. This was not my scene. Continue reading