August 14, 2009
The following has nothing to do with moody monks. Nor anything to do with cuddly bedbugs. Indeed, the following has zilch to do with travelling around South India, nor does it have a jot to do with the probably illegal, perhaps slightly mythical sport of gecko cage-fighting that possibly takes place in the Birmingham underworld. [...]
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August 13, 2009
It was close to midnight as the pilot mumbled that we were about to descend. I looked around the cabin, a gallery of oval frames. In a dozen of them, I glanced the burning embers of Wellington. Street lamps flowed in channels off the rumpled hills that shepherd the city to the southern coast New [...]
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