Back when I was in India, I wrote a blog entry on my birthday that never quite made it onto the interwebs, due to a power surge killing my computer quicker than a fat girl kills her boyfriend while trying the cowboy position. Anyway, I found it on my computer amongst the porn and the … Continue reading Happy birthday from Air India. Here, have a three hour delay (the lost blog entry)
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
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 