TEN…. NINE…. EIGHT… Thoughts are racing around my head like a giant disorganized herd of pregnant water buffalo playing ice hockey with sharpened samurai swords: Are we actually ready? What have we forgotten? Will we Read more…
I’ve pretended to be a lot of things this year: A camel (slash backpacker): This is how I arrived in Indonesia after a whole year in Aus land A nautical engineer (the boat sank) A Read more…
It’s not the first time I’ve been awakened by the police, but this time was different – this time the Sultan himself had ordered them to get rid of us… Finally, after 6 weeks of Read more…
For 8 days, 8 hours and 16 minute I’ve resided at the bottom of the food chain. I’ve become a vegetarianist. What used to be dinner: Hanoi, Vietnam… and no, I didn’t actually eat this… Read more…