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 […]
Not content with spending my first two days in Shanghai wandering aimlessly, I did the same today. With a few hours to murder before jumping on a train to Beijing, I swaggered off find something to eat. Of course, I did what I do best and got lost, heading down tiny, filthy alleyways while the … Continue reading Journey to the end of the east Beijing
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
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
Apart from swimming with a three-metre-long python, not a lot happened today (afterwards, I joked to a French girl that it wasn't the biggest python on the island, and she told me to leave here alone. The French, hey? Can't live with 'em, can't go back in time and let the Germans take their country). … Continue reading Why I travel alone (or, how I unwittingly became involved in sex tourism)
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 