Tag: backpacking
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My Nostrils Are Alive, With The Smell of Mumbai
It’s totaly lashing down like nothing else i have ever experienced in Mumbai. The arrival came at 4:00 AM on Thursday morning. We were picked up by a turban clad Sikh who drove us to our pre-booked, over priced shit hole overlooking the Arabian Sea. The taxi ride through a wet dark city was rather…
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I Love My India
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The Last Time I Was There – Images of South India
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Tick Tok, Tick Tok, Tick Tok, Break it Down!
With fourteen days until we hit Mumbai i can already feel the city throwing itself at my face. A visual, cultural, sensory assault, but for now still surrounded by green. Today the sky has returned from wherever it’s been. Already we have put some things in place to create some focus when traveling. An art work placement…
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Face Bleach Anyone?
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Back on Birch Drive
Looking out over the fields from my parents window i see many things. Green and yellow. Blue and white. Grass, crops, sky and clouds; but the main thing i see is the past. The same summer view there always was, but the eyes absorbing the landscape are older and more jaded than they were; but the retinas more…
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Appendix A
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Exclusive!The Death of Pinky Binks
Why do i have this overwhelming feeling that i am going to die soon. A rational fear? A feeling that is all-encompassing. Like looking forward to something which shouldnt be thought about but is. The only real true fact from ones life. Why do i have this feeling, this knowledge, this belief. Why am i waiting to die? Last night…
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In and Out of Muscat – 2010
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Breathe
Crept up as the breath streams in. Shallow breath to keep up appearances. Quick shift. A face that shows a tight inhalation. A face that looks like a medium-sized chipmunk? Is morbid the new medium? Breath out. Breath in; Red, green or beige. The pack will have merits. Rich living will evaporate and skin will be back…
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Old India Pages: The Birth of Pinky
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Google the Meaning of Life?
I seem to have drunk this week away. Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Today water. The academic year has come to an end and my role has expired. My students will be graduating as i type. Possibly my one chance to ponce around in academic robes representing the programme i have delivered, but with this hangover? I acknowledge the student…
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