Category Archives: Culture

This ain’t no Bollywood, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no foolin’ around. Not that I spent much time trying, but nothing I could have done would have prepared me for this place. From the moment one steps off the … Continue reading →

Return to Kathmandu, and suddenly I’m addicted to Cauliflower. Okay, no worries. Because if this clip doesn’t make you want to drop everything and come here to join me, then you may need to see a specialist. (And by “may”, … Continue reading →

And why in the fuck ever leaving this place, this miracle sprung from the Thai Jungles, this Bangkok – the most journey-to-the-stars/rock-and-roll-guitars city in which I’ve ever lain my bones of a weary old tropical eve? A question I’ve asked … Continue reading →

Maybe the signal reality of the tropics is that all of the senses are more less always engaged. Not always in a good way, of course – but when you’re here, you sure do know that you’re alive. One moment, … Continue reading →

Could scarcely believe that I’m about to say this, but: the ocean here is almost as beautiful as back Onomea. Doesn’t quite be sporting the diversity nor depth of hue as does the latter (and certainly not the dramatic, crashing … Continue reading →