Monthly Archives: August 2015

“I’m not missing our lotus leaf massage, grab the crowbar,” said Damo. After arriving in Nha Trang on a night train from Da Nang, we lurked outside the station entrance in anticipation of receiving our motorbikes. It had taken us considerably longer than expected to traverse the Hai Van Pass, regularly voted as one ofContinue reading “Motorbikes, Massages and Corruption”

When the taxi stopped at the departure doors of Buenos Aires’ Ezeiza Airport, I felt the increasingly familiar pang of finality. That combination of affection and attachment that precede leaving a country you can’t envisage returning to anytime soon. I was also worried that my bag wouldn’t arrive with me, as I was flying withContinue reading “An Errant Bag and a Bottle of Booze”

I have forever been fearful of predicting the nationality of someone I have just met since a shameful moment in the Dubai Marina Mall branch of Waitrose on New Years Day 2014. I was innocently shopping with a Canadian girl who worked at Carluccios; we’d met and exchanged numbers whilst I was dining there duringContinue reading “A Doomed Dinner Date”