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Japan Story
An Ode to Fleeting Meetings
She beams at me expectantly. I look back confused and unsure of what she is saying. Damn I wish I spoke Japanese. I step onto the train carriage and dart towards the only available seat. Seats on trains are a hot commodity in Tokyo, so I am feeling pretty stoked. I peel my raincoat off…
January 2, 2019
Story
A Solo Travel Debut Fail
It’s 15 minutes into my debut of solo travelling, and I’ve successfully sweated through a slimily thick layer of Men’s Sports 48-hour deodorant. I’m crouched in the corner next to the Student Flights booth with my head stuffed between my knees, I’m hyperventilating like a broken fan, and my vision’s sparked out into a swamp…
December 20, 2018
Germany Story
This is Home — For Now
Fresh off the plane, a trail across the world left on the maps, I walk through the picturesque German town I have chosen as the location for my future stories. I'll walk these streets past bright coloured houses with wooden shutters as I fight to earn that expensive piece of paper in endless hours of…
December 18, 2018
Story
The Astray Guide to Dancing in Colombia
During Brazil's World Cup, the Colombian football team won the adoration of la copa with their little goal boogie that featured every game they played. They scored? They danced. The two actions are inextricably linked. In Colombia, you dance? You score. Colombia is where South American culture meets the Caribbean coastline, and generally, the country…
December 6, 2018
Story UK
Liverpool Living
It hits around 1am and the bar is heaving, as per. I wriggle through the masses, stacks of glasses wedged under my left arm, balanced precariously, waiting to tumble over from a stray elbow or a wayward backhand. Kez stands behind the bar, chatting to a woman whose face I can’t see. Classic Kez. He…
November 29, 2018
Mexico Story
Pedro Jiménez and his Dog
One night in the autumntime, there was an earthquake in the Coyoacán area of Mexico City. It was early in the hours of the morning, and many houses were destroyed and many of the roads cracked or warped and many people lost their lives. All night the sky was red like cigarette butts and the…
November 24, 2018
India Story
Ingenuity on the Streets of India
Pottering through a lively marketplace in the lakeside Indian town of Pushkar, I was seized around the elbow by the firm grip of a wily old lady. “Hello my baby,” she said. I turned around eagerly: no one’s called me baby in a while. Unfortunately though, she wasn’t referring to me, but to an adorable…
November 20, 2018

Astray is a storytelling project centred on travel, place, culture and identity.

We’re run by a team of writers who mostly live, work and play in nipaluna / Hobart. With reverence, we acknowledge the Tasmanian Aboriginal people as the traditional and ongoing custodians of trouwunna / lutruwita / Tasmania: land that was stolen and never ceded. We pay our respects to Elders past, present and emerging.