Road Trip

After some calm, and sometimes not so calm, in fact downright frenetic deliberation, I decided that the next place to benefit from my patronage would be Malaysia. To be honest, I had never really thought about it before. However, after a little investigation it suddenly seemed like the obvious choice. My flight was via Bangalore

After an uneventful bus ride from Delhi, I arrived at Nepali Farm, which was neither Nepali nor a farm, in the early hours of the morning. This was one of those commonly inconvenient Indian travel outcomes; discovering you are being jettisoned 20km from your destination. Fortunately, there was a fellow busee who identified and engaged

I had intended to visit either Kerala and Tamil Nadu or Sri Lanka after Kopan. The flights to Sri Lanka had suddenly become very expensive, minimum £290. However, I did not feel I had the sufficient energy to backpack southern India, so Sri Lanka it was, despite the financial hit. I thought I had played

Time waits for no one, apparently. Think Cher, or Mickey Rourke. Hence my move on to India. I booked a one-way ticket to Kolkata (Calcutta to the imperialists) for a mere £103. All went well with checking in etc and I was soon on the bus out to the plane. I then noticed that there

Following my rejuvenation at Blue Indigo I felt it was time to resume life on the road. My choice of destination was Nepal. I had spoken to a few people, who advised it was a relaxed and culturally rich part of the world. I was a little rusty, but soon got back into the old

The two and half months in Phnom Penh were taking their toll. I attended two funerals and the outpouring of grief, certainly for the first, was deeply affecting. Seeking work was proving fruitless, although I had declined a job offer due to the amount of travelling involved. I was struggling in the overcrowded environment of

My final destination on this odyssey of self-infatuation was to be Bali. I flew from Cebu via Manila; the second time I have been through there without actually visiting the city. The check-in at Cebu was lengthy and problematic. I had to download an app on my phone, go through lots of questions with staff,

It’s been a while but they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Mind you they also say it’s too cold to snow and look at the North Pole . . . or the top of Everest. Anyway, the joy police are back so get out the inflatable neck cushion, grab some artery blocking

This is the winter of your discontent. Not mine, fortunately, as I am in South East Asia enjoying the sun. Anyway, let me whisk you away to a place where dreams are born and food is inexpensive. Strap yourself in for another whirlwind journey into the vortex of joy, I have actually visited Vietnam twice

Every once in a while something happens that is so monumentally earth moving you lose complete control of your bodily functions. This isn’t one of them but it may help alleviate trapped wind.  Fluff up the haemorrhoid cushion and let’s take a ride into the unknown I caught a bus from Vientiane to Udon Thani