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Mundane in the Membrane

April 27, 2009

Seconds after I rolled the car to a halt I popped the bonnet and did what every man does well; I stared at the engine, and let out a “hmmmm…” I’d later learn the “pregnant” radiator pipe was impregnated by a back draft of fumes and the car was in need of what us humans […]

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The Reprint: ‘Fading Memories’

April 23, 2009

The nickname of Varanasi is carried on a hushed wind around those muttering it subconsciously at its entrances. Varanasty. This can be interpreted as slightly disrespectful, but I assure you for the benefit of my legal team I have an ingrained respect for the Hindi HQ.

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The Reprint: ‘R to the E to the B’

April 18, 2009

My last weekend in England was spent in the thick, vice-like grip of the Glastonbury mud. It remains one of the greatest weekends of my life, and it was where I was first introduced to the wonders of the Silent Disco.

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Costs & Losses

April 15, 2009

They couldn’t? They wouldn’t! They haven’t? I think they did. I hope they didn’t! They better hadn’t. Could one friend, do this to another? These were my thoughts as I stood in front of the sweaty mechanic, watching his mouth attempt to justify the $2200 bill for repairing our stricken ute. This, just a few […]

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The Reprint: ‘The Daily Commute’

April 9, 2009

Kathmandu is not the dirtiest city I’ve ever been too. That award is divided between Naples, Marseille and pretty much every north Indian megalopolis. Marseille has some room for appeal, the binmen were on strike (it’s France, go figure). Naples suffered the same affliction, but for some reason I’m throwing their right to appeal out […]

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Northerly Wind

April 4, 2009

I’d swept Tasmania like a runaway wind. Enthused by the ocean I swooped through forests, rose up and over valleys and flirted with falls. I was spellbound by beaches, wonderstruck by wildlife and hammered by history. I’d smelled fish’n’chips, forest dew and Devil poo. I’d eaten oysters so fresh they almost asked my name, and […]

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The Reprint: ‘Moving Times’

April 2, 2009

Imagine you watched a big American city elope for a walk. It uprooted its underpins, stretched out its girders, slipped its streets into its subways and polished its double-glazed glasses. It packed its parks into its malls and just wandered off into its own horizon. “Bye, Big City. See you again sometime.”

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