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How to Reach Enlightenment With the Help of a Jack Russell
It’s six women lined up like ducks along the brim of a rice paddy. Squatting in a row with eyes screwed shut and milk-white bums bared at the Himalayas. No…
A Visit to South Korea’s Park of Giant Penises
I decided to visit South Korea on a whim. Besides their fascination with cheesy boy bands and an apparent aptitude for fried chicken, I knew absolutely nothing about the country,…
Elitism in the English Countryside: My Experience as an Au Pair
Our conversation switches from jovial to awkward in an instant. His words come out staunchly. Like there’s nothing you could say or do that would convince him otherwise. “People in…
I Got Locked in a Toilet at a Medieval Festival in Italy
Shit. What’s the Italian word for ‘help’? I frantically wracked my 10-year-old brain and attentively scanned the room for something I could use to pick the lock, or at least…
The Power of Sharing: A Night in County Tipperary
“Quiet now, Samantha has something she’s going to share with us”. Every eye in the room turns toward me: the outsider lurking in the entrance. Standing in this doorway, looking…
What I Learned in the Studio Audience of the Ellen DeGeneres Show
It’s midday and I’m standing in a parking lot across the road from Warner Bros. Studio. Around me I can see families, couples, groups of middle-aged women, and the occasional…
How a Pair of Socks in Japan Changed Everything
It was 2PM in Osaka, and I was staring a pair of socks to death from the window of a shop in Tsuruhashi. This was rare for me, as usually…
I Welcomed a Psychic Into My Hotel Room
“Fate has brought us together for a reason, so I need you to listen and take note. It is your call whether you want to fuck up your life though.”…
No One Ever Told Me How to Reject a Billionaire
I have a habit of getting into cars with strange men. And despite what your mother may have told you about such activities, I’ve had a good run. I’ve lived…
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…
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…
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.…