Byron
I’m sitting in the shack in Broken Head again. The walls have been painted a crisp white and different rope formations hang on the walls....
Money, Never enough of it
Last year, when we were driving through Namibia in a Hyundai i10, taking the back roads against all advice, cranking Biggie Smalls and...
On Feminism
In parts of North Africa, mostly on the Mediterranean side, is a tribe called the Bedouin people. You may have heard of them, or at least...
Paradigm
Apparently, some dude with a pony tail and a really intimidating knowledge of everything told me, scientists are now thinking that we’re...
Time Warp
I found myself in Byron again on the weekend. I went for three days and stayed for a week. My feet lagged slightly behind my body, heavy...
Wednesday
There’s a dark patch in my soul. A spot reserved only for the call to run. Sometimes I hate it. That little spot. Lingering there, making...
Tofo Chicks let loose in Indo
I touched down in Bali at one in the morning. A small guy, probably called Made, flagged me down and drove me into the wet streets of...
Laters Indo
I finished my two weeks in Indonesia in a fish market sitting at a crooked wooden table. A table covered in a vast selection of seafood –...
Lest We Forget the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels
Today marks a hundred years since the youthfully optimistic Australian and New Zealand soldiers sailed to their own versions of hell in...
Indonesia
That weighted scent of incense as you step of the plane, Hot and heavy on your skin. Voices either side, ‘taxi’ ‘taxi’ Unmistakeable....