I’m not usually one to wax lyrical about anything, or anywhere, or anyone. But Cambodia was pretty damn amazing. And, … Continue reading of Khmer kindness and charred rats.
I’d been in Chiang Mai a week when it happened. I’d done a lot that week: found an apartment, had … Continue reading chiang mai: sun, sweat and a scammer.
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.