Singapore

005 LISTENup: Heartbreak Hotel

December 7, 2009

[Audio clip: view full post to listen] This week’s LISTENup travelcast takes you into the A&E department of a south Indian hospital. I’m induced with a cocktail of drugs, and set free upon an unforgettable journey through the Keralan backwaters, and through the water parks of the Western Ghats.

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004 LISTENup: The Sling of Sing’

November 26, 2009

[Audio clip: view full post to listen] This week’s LISTENup travel podcast revisits one of Asia’s main hubs, at one of the most turbulent times on The Trail. A city of contrasts, on a continent full of fantasia.

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Trails of the Unexpected

September 4, 2009

I stare at the newspaper. It wasn’t me. I gawp at the television. It wasn’t me. I trawl through the internet. It wasn’t me! I listen to the radio, podcasts, and conversations on the bus. It WASN’T me! At least — I hope it wasn’t me?

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The Reprint: ‘Moving Times’

April 2, 2009

Imagine you watched a big American city elope for a walk. It uprooted its underpins, stretched out its girders, slipped its streets into its subways and polished its double-glazed glasses. It packed its parks into its malls and just wandered off into its own horizon. “Bye, Big City. See you again sometime.”

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The Sling of Sing’

May 14, 2008

A Dutchman turned up from Delhi. The American? He flew, to Kathmandu. The Korean chap went home. A Danish fellow flew to Kuala Lumpar. A German girl chose train, then chose Bangkok. A trinity of Taiwanese picked Melbourne. An Irishman and his Deutschland girlfriend popped up to Penang. The Englishwoman? Chose Malacca. An Indian guy […]

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Super Singapore

May 6, 2008

I remember a bright blue flying saucer, tilting this way and toppling that way between a cluster of shiny, soaring sky scrapers. I remember a cartoon appearing in a fountain, and it telling me ‘Sunshine was her name‘ and ‘friendship is my game‘. I remember seeing temples tucked in unlikely corners, spit-and-sawdust bars and drinking […]

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