I’m vaguely aware that there’s fun to be had in Bangkok. Red lights, cocktails, things in alleyways, things with ping … Continue reading to market, to market.
So, I’ve left Dalat, and I’m sad. Sad, because, despite three weeks of monsoon rain on my tin roof and … Continue reading onward.
I was about seven when I decided I’d be an author. A pipe dream; hardly one that any forward-thinking adult … Continue reading digital nomadism: welcome to my office
My landlady’s dog is a wiry, feisty mongrel with sharp teeth and a piercing bark. His name, apparently, is No-No-No. … Continue reading notes from a room.
Seventeen days away, and I didn’t write. There wasn’t time. Time was for trains and flights and eating and walking … Continue reading またね, 日本
Mr Hiro-san is on the balcony in his underwear. He’s hanging out his laundry. I’ve seen him in his … Continue reading [not] turning Japanese.