Listening to Miles Davis on a Bus in Argentina

He singles in on the gentle trickle of gin over ice cubes, and the hummingbird thrum of metal skimming glass as the bartender mixes a drink. He blocks everything else out until this tiny alcoholic waterfall is the only sound in the world. And then, beat by beat, and with controlled countenance, he lets the noises of the evening back in. Continue reading “Listening to Miles Davis on a Bus in Argentina”

Sorry mum, I’m not coming home. I’m a mafia man now.

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.”

How is this my life? (II)

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)”

And the sun sank on China

He who has not climbed the Great Wall is not a true man

– Mao Zedong

That may be all well and good, Mao auld chum, but y’all ever camped on the Great Wall? Naw? ‘Fuck up then. What’s more: that kind of gendered hyper-masculinity doesn’t fly anymore. Double ‘fuck up. (Now I’m safely off Chinese soil, I feel it’s safe to tell former dictators to ‘fuck up.) Continue reading “And the sun sank on China”

The game of Mao has now begun

According to my WordPress app, this is the longest gap I’ve left between posts since starting my journey. And for good reason, too.

Since leaving the lofty peaks of my birthday in Zhangjiajie, my days have been packed full of adventure, leaving me little time to write anything but the odd short poem (be a good sport and check out the ones I uploaded a couple days ago, eh?). I’m now back on yet another long and relatively (un)comfortable Chinese train, so it’s time to share with y’all those adventures. Continue reading “The game of Mao has now begun”

Nae blue folk, but the mountains were decent

I’m stuck in a Catch-22. I find myself mimicking Alice in Wonderland, running around, always a little lost, marvelling at smoking caterpillars and grinning Cheshire cats. China is a land full of inspiration and wonder and every day I find something new I want to write about. But, running around like this I can never find the time to write my blog about everything I want to. And the catch is, if I did spend my time writing as much as I want to, I’d not have the time to experience all that I find so inspiring. Continue reading “Nae blue folk, but the mountains were decent”

The day that Pizza Hut saved my life

Have you ever been offered help to lift something and declined the offer, thinking:

Pfft, you seen dis measly slab of cement? You seen deez arms, son? I got dis.

Right before putting your back out under the weight?

Ever been sat watching the rugger and said to yourself:

I guess if I wanted to, if I really really had to, I could probably take Julian Savea in a fight. Continue reading “The day that Pizza Hut saved my life”

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