On our way from Madrid airport we asked a girl who must have been a model from Sweden or something, about how to get to Gran Vía station, and both Caroline and I had a crush on her by the end of it, despite being confirmed androphiliacs. Our hostel was on the seventh floor of […]
I imagined I was Kate Bush in a highly impractical neck-to-ankle black velvet dress with lace trim, running, stumbling on the stupidly pretty clumps of weeds, and looking back with fear and longing at a tall, hauntingly dashing man in a cravat as he chased after me with murder in his heart.
‘My Flight Info’ is the best and worst thing on the little digital screen in front of me. It feels good to be aware of my location above the earth. Looking down at the eerily beautiful Australian desert, for example, my mind swollen with the almost unimaginable size of my birth country, seeing huge rivers […]
To help me get Egyptian prices, as opposed to over-inflated tourist prices, I’ve been lying. I say that my parents are living in Alexandria and I am studying English in Australia so I can become a writer. Yes, sadly, it is necessary to create elaborate stories about your nationality if you want cheap stuff. I […]
I sit on a balcony six storeys above a (relatively) quiet street in Heliopolis, an inner suburb of Cairo. Heliopolis, in Greek, means “City of the Sun”, but this morning the sun is mercifully hiding behind a big wet blanket of cloud. For the past three days I’ve been beaten into a listless stupor by […]
I am never, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER going to fly with a hangover again.
Today is my second last day in Shanghai. Tomorrow I fly out to Beijing. I’m feeling vaguely confident now that I know what to look for, and I’ve learnt a couple more words. His Hotness Prince Daryl of Birmingham says the Leo Hostel, just off Tiananmen Square, is the bomb. Shanghai has been good to […]