‘Cause when people are enslaved one of the first things they do is stop them readin’. ‘Cause it is well understood that intelligent people will take their freedom. ‘Cause if we knew our power we would understand we couldn’t be held down.
– Akala, Fire in the Booth Freestyle Continue reading “Don’t try and take The Simpsons off Bolivian TV”
We’re perched on the back of a pickup truck, gazing with pride at the newly finished chicken coop we built (from foundations up), eating walnuts picked straight from the tree beside us. To my right is a field full of horses – I spot Indio, the one I’ve been riding the past few days – and behind them, on the horizon, the Andes.
I could live like this, I think. Quite easily. Continue reading “Living La Vida Buena”
And so the intrepid hero of our story sits down to write his last blog post from the Land of the Rising Sun. Beside him, a soft-pack of Lucky Strike, a bottle of milk tea (how I’ll miss milk tea, he thinks), and a stack of postcards waiting to be posted to family and friends, full of poetry and all the wonders to be found in this most unique of places. Continue reading “Sorry mum, I’m not coming home. I’m a mafia man now.”
Serendipity
Watching a Japanese lady
and her mother
in the eagle’s nest pagoda
of a flower garden;
letting the wind whip their hair
like the sails of a boat,
inhaling deeply, and smiling. Continue reading “Poems // Shi // 詩”
Y’know Buzzfeed? (‘Course y’know Buzzfeed). Well its site averages 460 million views a month. Coming in at a close second, this here blog of mine averages a smooth 800 a month. And I think to myself, what is it that needs to happen to push me that extra inch, to tip this blog just a few 459,999,200 viewers over into stardom territory? And then it hit me. Lists. Lists and clickbait titles. Continue reading “7 Insights Into Japan Guaranteed To Make Your Day Brighter And Your Life More Exciting”
I told y’all that China post wouldn’t be a one off.
Welcome, friends, to the rib-tickling, rip-roaring, raunchy (really? no, probably not), rambunctious, raw and ridiculous second installment of How is this my life? which offers zero advice to fellow travellers, asking instead the important questions like: What am I doing here? Did that seriously just happen? and, of course, How the fuck is this my life? Continue reading “How is this my life? (II)”
concrete waves
breaking meekly against
the feet of mountains
(Hangzhou) Continue reading “Poems // Shīpiān // 诗篇”
Before I even start writing this I know it’s not a one-off. This is going to have to be some sort of series, each ending with a soap opera-esque:
What more’s in store for this intrepid traveller? Find out next time in How is this my life?
I know this because every day, every day there is something which stops me in my mental tracks and has me asking myself, honestly, how the fuck is this my life?! Continue reading “How is this my life? (I)”
In a valley unbridled by
the city’s constant chatter,
there is a temple open to the skies
hoping perhaps to receive God
or at least a touch of rain. Continue reading “Even In A Place Such As This”
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking:
This guy’s setting the bar pretty damn high with these post titles. How’s he going to keep this up?
What can I say? I’m sort of a creative wünderkind.
This post, as you’ll can tell, is about my two favourite things about India (so far) – the people and the food.
There are few cities as big and bustling and diverse as Mumbai in which you can feel genuinely safe. At first I found the relentlessness of the staring and the chatting somewhat alien and invasive. But then I met Aditya. Continue reading “Making pals and eating Daals”
Cal Bannerman 