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.
But whether it’s just right, I haven’t quite decided. Probably none of you watch/have ever watched/could imagine watching Spongebob Squarepants, … Continue reading not too hot, not too cold
The Americans are spreadeagled on the (only) couch. Elbows bent over Saigon beer and cigarettes, absorbed in philosophical discussions about … Continue reading
We should have known, of course. We should have thought – hang on, this train is shorter than the other … Continue reading Going loco on the local.
I said I would blog, and I haven’t. I haven’t because the act of sitting down and churning out a … Continue reading aaaand, we’re back.
I knew it was a backpacker hotspot. I knew there’d be touts and tourists. But I went anyway, because some … Continue reading Beach bums and bohos.
Five. Five days of horns and engines and black snot and Old Monk rum. I didn’t hate it, but I … Continue reading How many days Mumbai, madam?