It’s as wet as a fish’s pocket outside, so my adventures this week will be limited to playing PlayStation and dancing around the house in my undies while listening to Pink. I don’t think anyone’s interested in reading about that (except the weird bloke across the street, who often stares through my window as I’m … Continue reading Shanghai scumbag – a Row Row rewind
I’ve been to a lot of National Parks around Gosford and the Central Coast, but I’ve never been to Wyrrabalong. And you know what they say - if you’ve never been to Wyrrabalong, you haven’t lived and probably have a small penis. Not wanting to be accused of either (but having been accused of the … Continue reading Wandering around Wyrrabalong
I'm sitting here on the sand, watching the waves roll in under the moonlight, sipping on my last beer before heading back to Australia tomorrow morning. I've spent six weeks in Indonesia, Myanmar and India, six weeks that have felt like a lifetime and as if they would never end, but which are now just … Continue reading Going, Goa, Gone
And my life of bludging on the beaches of Goa goes on. And on. And on, like a train that's really long. And sandy. Fucking hell, I've had too much sun. Or maybe it's the five Kingies I've downed this arvo. Hanging out on Patnem can mess with a bloke's brain. Today I went along … Continue reading His hand was bitten off by a pig!
From Hell to Heaven in nine hours. Not since God found out Mother Theresa appeared in Anal Gangbang Sluts 7 to pay her way through uni has a journey between the two been made so quickly. I left the shit stain that is Jaipur and flew south to the tiny beach state of Goa. I'd … Continue reading Row Row at Go Goa
When in Delhi, do as the Daleks do. And the blokes around here like cricket more than Indians likes curry (wait...), so I thought the day would be best spent watching Australia play in the final of the Cricket World Cup. I had thought of taking a day trip over to Agra to see the … Continue reading Fuck the Taj Mahal, I’m gunna sit in my undies and watch cricket
A holiday in Delhi is about as relaxing as a picnic with Ivan Milat - with only slightly less chance of ending up dead. This place truly is a roundhouse kick to the senses; it’s frighteningly loud, blindingly bright, and somewhere that should be experienced for the shock factor alone. When I stepped out of … Continue reading Into the mouth of madness
After the nine-hour trip from Yangon to Bagan, I never wanted to ride on another bus again. But there I was, two days later, climbing on the Bagan Minn Thar Express once again to make the return journey, this time overnight. And it wasn’t too bad, actually - for me, at least. There was a … Continue reading A monk gets dunked
Today was a day that I probably didn't need to spend in Bagan. I saw a bunch of temples yesterday, and didn't have a burning urge to see any more today, but I'm stuck here till 8pm, so what did I do? I looked at temples and got drunk. Shit, it's Bagan, it's not like … Continue reading Things to do in Bagan when you’re dead
Bagan has more temples than Rebel Wilson has had meat pies. 2200 in fact (thanks, Wikipedia). And today I saw all of them… except for the 2100 I missed out on because I went to the pub. But there’s not a massive amount of variety between them, so I think I got a pretty good … Continue reading I broke a poor person’s bike and blamed it on a monk
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 