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You’ve been a long way away. Thank you for coming back to me. For the past fortnight, or so, I have been back on the beautiful island of Sri Lanka. This place has been a revelation. Truth told, I had been largely indifferent about factoring the country into my travel plans and I am very glad of being talked into visiting by OH. This second visit in as many months has been very different to the first- less of the here, there and everywhere adventures; less touristy visits; quieter; and…
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*with apologies to Frank Sinatra. Following hot on the heels of the heat wave stricken post covering Mumbai and Delhi (pun very much intended though doubtless not appreciated) I am now adding a second regret to my travels. As with Cambodia, I have come to Nepal, fallen in love with it, and not given it anywhere near enough time having flown in and out of Kathmandu with only a week in between. I regret giving such a short window of travel and exploration time to such awesome places. As with…
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So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye to India after about six weeks of travelling cross country, hitting half a dozen plus destinations and barely scratching the surface of an immense, enchanting, infuriating, perplexing, warm, welcoming, hostile, cold, stifling, hot-oh-so-hot, inspiring, inscrutable India. It’s been one of the most, for want of a better word, interesting experiences of my life and without this blog turning into an even more cliché ridden, ‘live, love, laugh’ wooden kitchen mess, I can confidently say I’ve learnt a lot about myself over the past six…
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This’ll be brief. For once. For only the second time this adventure, following on from the week of getting stupidly off my face with strangers-cum-friends in Newcastle, Australia, I am once again flying solo. To work my way back into such a life, I decided to take a break not only from company but from really doing much of anything on my own. Where better, then, than the white beaches and blue waters of South Goa? Unlike the other stops undertaken in India, there has been a marked shift in…
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*in less than 1800 words given the infrequency of my posting. It’s no wonder readership of this page has dropped off a cliff. Not only was my last dispatch two weeks and another country ago, but the last one- titled ‘Eve of Destruction in Paradise’- was decidedly morbid in it’s opening and overall tone. Whilst I may have hopped countries, and been through seven different places in that time, the White House continues to descend further into its ‘Death of Stalin’ period with courtiers left and right pretending that the…
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‘But there’s one thing I know Though I’m younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do… I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul’ – Bob Dylan, Masters of War As with my previous posting, there is something rather insidious about posting from paradise as we collectively stand on what Barry McGuire called the eve of destruction. Ironically, it is as the masters of war stand on the precipice of sending us…
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