Finding the balance point of the fridge door so it sits, swinging neither in nor out. Foreseeing the fall of a biscuit tin lid with a well placed foot. Knowing which of the floorboards still resist creak. Holding the lock of the door at just the threshold that it slides and not clicks. All in... Continue Reading →
Hullo rain. Not seen you in a while. It's not so often that you relieve me, revitalize me. More often you irritate me. But when you appear like this so suddenly, powerfully, as another dawn scrapes a humid night away, you seem vital, and I welcome you with calm elation - let you strip the... Continue Reading →
The tarmac is a paler grey than the usual, flecked with white and utterly hitchless. A vague mirage shimmers as we near the summit of another lowland hilltop, sky and earth together and boundless, soon giving way to the next great length of highway, which always seems to be sliding off to some impossible destination... Continue Reading →
Encounters whilst travelling are fleeting, and often go breaking up with some degree of longing. Sometimes at a hostel, sometimes at a bar, sometimes on the beach you'll meet. Two chips of flint from opposite ends of the earth, struck together . A single spark flies, but the fire never comes. Here, at the entrance... Continue Reading →
I went travelling with this fella called robins. He smiles a fair bit which I like and he makes silly faces even more which I like even more. We're not together or anything, but sometimes it seems that way - he's got a girlfriend actually, but sometimes I feel like he's my girlfriend. We dont... Continue Reading →
Here's a dialogue I had with a hostel owner in Cairns over Christmas. We'd left and popped back a week or so later to charge some bits and meet some friends.. A. What are you doing here? L. Ah no, dont worry, we're only back to pick up Jess and Marcus, charge a couple things... Continue Reading →
We're lost. Yeah, the maps aren't loading. I think it's left out of here tbh. Ok. Headlights low and hopes still high, James swivels the stationwagons longdrawn backside round the top of the ramp and we roll toward an utter darkness. No. This is the river. We stop a moment, staring through the windscreen into... Continue Reading →
Warning. Many changes of pov will occur (unashamedly) in the following post. Waves lapping, cool breeze blowing, soft sand beneath the feet, a hoppy reggae cover of 'human' the killers vibrates around the island - Luli Island of Puerto Princessa to be precise... Of all the contented states of mind that a utopia permits, Roon... Continue Reading →
We heave the kayaks up the shore, set the bags under a shady patch beneath a cluster of palm trees and (necks burning) head back to the water. I wade out further, breaking and entering, moving closer toward an undercrop of rugged cliff as the tide moves around indecisively; swimming in the shallows as the... Continue Reading →
