Back To School

Arriving in a foreign city in search of work in a profession in which I had no previous experience was beginning to feel as stupid as it sounded. Everything seemed so absolutely certain while drifting along the dusty tracks of Cambodia, high on endorphins. Fast...
Familiar Faces In Unfamiliar Places

Familiar Faces In Unfamiliar Places

I arrived in Ho Chi Minh City with Stewart, a friend of Nicola who is a friend of Jenny, the sister of my friend, Ali. A tenuous connection at best. I must also mention that Ali’s daughter, Kate, recently raised a very impressive 61 pounds for Room to Read selling...
SABAIDEEEEEEEE!!!!

SABAIDEEEEEEEE!!!!

Cries of ‘SABAIDEEEEEEEE!!!!’ (Hello in Laotian) pelted me from nooks and crannies of every roadside village from Vientiane Cambodia. If I happened to pass a school at break-time entire schools would fire off shouts of ‘SABAIDEEEEEEEE!!!!’...
Cycling Cures Malaria

Cycling Cures Malaria

The sweat was falling from every pore like Niagara falls. My head was pounding as if trapped in a vice with Dave Grohl playing the drums on the tightening screw. But I was freezing cold, and hurting. A lot. The seconds ticked past forlornly. Every. Single. One. Maybe...
Going Loco

Going Loco

Cycling through north east India was a very different experience to that of central India. The region was connected to the mainland by a slither of land between Nepal and Bangladesh just fourteen miles wide. Separated into nine different states, each one with...