Enroute…

Well I'm off again ... after a short 10 days home in country Australia ( which saw both fantastic heavy rainfall and storms and a visit from Prince Harry and the missus) I'm just now departing Hobart on the good old orange icebreaker - Aurora Australis - for another summer stint at Davis Station on … Continue reading Enroute…

ktm…

It's so good to be back in Nepal. Last time I visited here was in late 2014, traveling with my then-partner and tangled in the death throes of a relationship breaking down. Nepal was a mixed bag of sweet and sour experience that forced me to make some hard decisions about my life. A few … Continue reading ktm…

F(ight)T(he)P(ower)…

Where the Hell am I now? Kathmandu, Nepal... It's Tuesday yes? -  had to check - losing track of time means I'm doing this right 🙂 So far today has been constructive - found an amazing little cafe in Thamel  - The Cafe With No Name - that is tucked away in a tiny alley … Continue reading F(ight)T(he)P(ower)…

Roam-ania…

Yep there's a good reason I haven't been writing lately: too many Dad jokes and awful puns bouncing around in my brain. I'll quietly get them out of the way while I check out a coffee shop Oana recommended - OVRIDE coffee in the Timişoara City Centre. It's buzzing here, almost as much as my … Continue reading Roam-ania…

More bloody ghosts!

Let's change pace again - no pics or pith...just words before I forget them. There's something about Thailand that mashes up my subconscious like a banana in a blender. My sweet Thai dreams last night were again haunted by weirdness and spirits from the past. It wasn't a bad thing, and the haunting this time … Continue reading More bloody ghosts!

…cages

So, how 'bout this 'freedom' thing that all the cool kids are talking about lately - WTF is that about? <warning - this is a bit random and ranty as I'm having a day - continue at own risk> Freedom to travel, do, see, taste what you please when you want to without any real … Continue reading …cages

Here’s the thing…

...creatively, I can only seem to function in crisis mode. When things are going along nicely, my little dark wordy well of hopelessness and despair runs dry, along with any desire to write or create or share. 'Thank Fuck! - keep your whiny bullshit to yourself', you cry. Fear not and rest assured, Dear Reader, … Continue reading Here’s the thing…