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A Tammisaari Story

I didn’t even remember what this kid looked like. I mean, I could’ve picked him out of a police line-up, probably. But I didn’t have a clear image of him in my head. He had that funky haircut with the ponytail on top though – I remembered that much. I got off the train and Read more

Big Trouble In Little Kraków

I didn’t feel like going home. I’d just had dinner with some friends in the main square and they’d all clocked out early; it was only 11pm. With a belly full of beer, I decided to hit the bars for a couple more, lone cowboy style. After a twenty minute walk I was in the bar-heavy Kazimierz Read more

To Where The Northern Lights Go

I stood at the window, eyes skyward. Nothing. It was my third night here in Rovaniemi; one of Finland’s smaller cities, just outside the Arctic Circle. But I wasn’t here for the sightseeing. The mornings and afternoons had been loitered through, and each night was spent lounging by Read more

Under Stars In The Sahara

This camel has big mouth. Seriously, you could fit a basketball inside. I jam my camera in his face and snap a photo. I’m sure he doesn’t mind. Or maybe he does, but after a million stupid gringos doing the same thing, he’s probably over it. Our Berber guides tell us, one by Read more

I Found New Zealand In Ahipara

I still remember my first surf class. I wriggled into a wetsuit, lathered my face up with super thick sunscreen and walked down to the beach feeling like Aquaman in my spongy suit with a rocket ship tied to my leg. They say Kiwis love to surf, but at 28 I’d never touched a surfboard in my life. Read more

A Diary: Five Days In London

I wake up to the clanging of dishes in the kitchen. Someone’s up. Not me, though. I lie huddled under blankets on the couch, awake, but still. I’m guessing it’s George – she told me she’d be getting up early. After five minutes of dozing I peel myself off the couch Read more

Melancholic In Montpellier

“So, are you starting to feel melancholic about leaving Montpellier?” Moritz asked. I took another bite from my pizza slice and smiled. It’s interesting talking to people who speak English as a second language – they tend to come up with funny ways of saying things. Moritz, my youngest Read more