My legs are dragging. I am barely able to lift my feet. For the last four hours, I have been walking up a winding path towards a ridge that seems constantly to hover just one kilometre further. My only company has been cows and...
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It was December and the sun was burning brightly above Kathmandu; dappling, illuminating, and stretching shadowy figures along dusty alleyways. It was warm in the sunlight too, you could tell from the relaxed faces of the...
I think my inner ear may be bleeding. There is, however, no way of telling as I cannot physically pry the earpieces from my ears. Why, you may ask, are my earphones lodged thus deep within my ears? It’s because of him. Him...
This is not an airport, this is a bus station from 1950s England. Just who is responsible for cruelly transposing it onto Nepal? It is a mean practical joke to play on a developing country and not in the least bit funny. It is...
Christmas, Beijing It feels like Christmas. The low-lying hutongs of the Gulag are shrouded in Dickensian mist, red lanterns line the streets blossoming through the fug, and there is enough of a chill in the air to make you yearn...
China Daily is a daily English-language newspaper in China. I know, the name gives it away. What the name doesn’t reveal though is that the paper is a mouthpiece for the Chinese government.As predictable as the...
When the world seems like an increasing hopeless place, it is tempting to retreat into yourself, into a shell away from it all, maybe even into the cold contours of a cave in the western mountains of China. Ok, so admittedly the...
I am a clown. We are the clowns. Not big-shoed clumsy clowns. Not slap-stick, dick-slap, trip-trick squirty-flower clowns. We are anarchist clowns, J.G Ballard clowns. Bad clowns. Clowns in Japanese nuclear suits and cheap latex...
It is dark. My torch struggles to illuminate anything beyond my feet. It is cold. My scarf, woolly hat, gloves, thermals and five layers of clothes struggle to keep out the chill, let alone keep me warm. It is impossible to see...
A Picture Paints A Thousand Words: Here’s 532 about a picture ‘Bitch!’ I scream at the old woman. ‘Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.’ I continue to shower this frailest of flowers with cuss words right there in...