In Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, I found myself trying to find one thousand brown m&m’s to fill a brandy jar or Ozzy wouldn’t go on stage that night….
INDIA | TEMPLE (AND JEEP) OF DOOM It’s not the years – it’s the mileage. This was never more true than when you cram twenty seven people into a five person vehicle. Escaping the cave temples was only the start of the adventure. After reluctantly leaving my german acquaintance to his fate I boarded anotherContinue reading
INDIA A PASSAGE THROUGH INDIA (AND OUT AGAIN) In this blog post I visit arguably the world’s most beautiful building, a monument to love so enrapturing Rudyard Kipling described it as “a teardrop on the face of eternity”. Before that though, Delhi became the first place I saw someone taking a shit in public. “IContinue reading
India. It’s true. All of it. I have a book at home called Death in the Silent Places. Growing up I’ve always had a morbid fascination with monsters, and tales of real life man eaters (the animal kind, not the Lindsey Lohan kind). The book describes real life horror stories of attacks on people (againContinue reading “INDIA: TIGER! TIGER!”
From tropical beaches that lead into underground rivers to hanging coffins on the side of mountainous cliffs, The Philippines likes to do things differently.
No Kung fu, no slow motion shoot outs, no Jackie Chan sliding down a skyscraper on his arse, Hong Kong is nothing like the movies. Just like Los Angeles then.
Or “how to survive -31 degrees celsius in the Gobi without even trying”
Two russians, possibly spies, try to poison me on a train, and we drive on a frozen lake in the middle of Siberia.
I make my attempt on Mount Fuji. I learn Mount Fuji hates me, which made things difficult.
They have ninjas here. For real. Japan wins.