‘You’re an idiot’, scorned the umbrella. ‘Twice — twice you’ve done this!’ it squawked. I stood still, watching rain spiral through my curly hair while taking sadistic comfort from the sky’s cold grip on my shoulders. Continue reading ‘This Small and Lonely Planet’
Some stories just shouldn’t be told. Perhaps this is one. You be the judge. It was in Western Australia; 180km south of Perth, in June 2009. My girlfriend, Reb and I were jerking along beaded speed limits, which lament the type of housing estates where everyone drives the same car, and everything else is just-so. Continue reading ‘The Blue Noose’
Hands up if you have hearing. OK, now hands up if you own an MP3 player. Hands up if you own a computer. Hands up if you like travel. If both your arms are aching, then you’re the target audience for the following collection of free audio travel podcasts. Continue reading ‘Travel Podcast Reviews’
I know. I know. You’ve visited every day for the passed six weeks, and all I’ve offered your weary eyes is a set of cryptic text messages. It’s been a funny old year, 2010. The traditional births, deaths and marriages have all crossed my path, and the only job I managed to secure tied me in knots with peculiar shifts. Continue reading ‘Echoes of Travel’
I hereby bring about the conclusion to this fascinating journey through a backpacker’s mobile phone, namely my own. In this litany of lairy and libellous e-notes, I arrive in Wellington, New Zealand where sleeping dogs howl beneath the native yellow missiles. Continue reading ‘The Txt Trail (Part III)’
Part Deux in the The Txt Trail continues to explore the secret files of my loyal Sony Ericsson; the cell of my mind and it’s electronic notes. It’s kind of like the Da Vinci Code meets Postman Pat. Only it’s smothered in incest, and giant mandarins. So more Noddy, than Postman Pat. Continue reading ‘The Txt Trail (Part II)’
In part one of a three-part series, I take you down an overgrown path of wayward thoughts. Like many travellers, my mind is a blizzard of fantastic observations, and open wounds of silence. Life fascinates me. I’m addicted to thinking.
I was recently defuzzing my phone, when I realised their was a trail of breadcrumbs I had left behind on The Trail; a cache of quick notes, squeezed into my mobile phone’s outbox by my ageing Gen-Y thumbs. Like a literary version of Innerspace, I thought you’d like to see them. Continue reading ‘The Txt Trail (Part I)’
