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Get Drunk or Get Off: A Sober Perspective on Sail Croatia.
The Adriatic swathes the searing coastline with laps of turquoise under the beating sun. Holiday makers pour in to catch some rays in this warm pocket of Europe. In Split,…
How Living in a Hare Krishna Community Turned Me Vegetarian
“Eating is a spiritual practice, and if you do it right, it will boost your health and your mindfulness.” Vaḷḷi, a female meditation guru with a shaved head and clinking…
Failure to Launch
The legacy of one William Shakespeare specifically outlined the various separate qualities of a tragedy and a comedy: two stories destined never to interlink, telling tales of diverse passions, whether…
Tales of a Privileged Rose in South America’s Political Thornbush
I’m travelling with a woman and her adult daughter from the airport, two people whom I had the good fortune of sitting next to on the plane from Puerto Natales.…
A Hinge Date Saved Me From The Streets Amid London Lockdown
Me: Have you ever done cybersex? Him: If it’s essentially getting freaky on FaceTime, then yes. You? Me: Nope. Him: You swear? Me: Oh, shit. Maybe. My Hinge match is…
An Orwellian Bus Tour from Shanghai to Beijing
The savannah has been drained of life. Its blooming grasslands have shrivelled and are bleached. The great beast pants, searching for the blanketing comforts of an acacia tree, but is…
The Real Tokyo Blues
The black coffee reflects the vague shape of a little boy who thinks he’s a man. It’s rather off-putting, to be honest. Like the transition stage between looking too young…
Travel: On Separation and Connection
A river mirrors the sky and a strip of life sits in between the middle of the blues I was reminded that my internal world was never really private because…
I Lost My Passport and Gained Perspective in Malta
The policeman sitting behind the desk in the St Julien police station looks too young to have graduated high school. His senior co-workers, clustered in a semi-circle behind him to…
A Berber Man Licked My Phone in the Sahara Desert
My upper thighs were aching. We were over an hour in riding on camels, and after smacking my chapped lips, it was clear I was in desperate need of some…
What The Mountains Shouted Back
“You are not drunk!” It’s two in the morning and I’m shouting at a mountain – I’m definitely drunk. A weekend trip that replaced Tokyo’s highrise buildings with grand mountains…
An Encounter With a Cult in Tokyo
My housemates buy overpriced drinks and sit down at the window seats inside the Starbucks across from us, camera phones at the ready. I nervously wait with two Swedish guys…