Story
How’s your French? – On talking, and not talking.
I’m on a trip to Melbourne from France. Living abroad comes with constant learning in almost all you say and think. Visiting home is a return to autopilot. In the…
The Trail of the Meraki Man
Before you nestle in and dive into the tale below, I would like to paint a picture for you. Consider somewhere out there resides a young traveller, on their first…
My Worth is a Wandering Elephant
The bush trills with insects in the hour before dawn. Weaver birds chitter and call above us, their grass-woven houses bobbing in the morning breeze. Our little group is nervous.…
Santiago Colapsa
Concrete dust catches in my lungs and burnt air stings my eyes as I try to make out which part of the stairs leading down to the metro is still…
This Citrus Belongs to Me
I chose the bigger of the two mandarins sitting in the middle of Nick and I. It was difficult to peel and inside it was spoiled. I knew immediately that…
To share or not to share?
Intercultural relationships are increasingly the norm. To find someone – “the one” – in the small preset of humans culturally, geographically, and in age close to you is nothing short…
Swimming in My Father’s Ashes
Somebody once told me that if you want to go to India, you have to give yourself time. Time to see, to taste, time to sink into the spirit of…
Friends on the Road
The allure of solo travel can promise what sounds like an easy escape into uncharted waters. New lands to be discovered by your feet and new sensations to be snorted…
The Last Stop
The smell of rain does not rise from the grass to be ignored, but my disregard that morning as I set out left me a weeping fool, caught beneath a…
Backpackers at Heart, Holidaymakers on Paper
On transitioning from inconsequential backpacker to time-constrained holidaymaker.
I Lost My Friend in Italy
You may think I was in love with her. You would be right. But not in the way you think. She was one of my best friends. We met in…