SuperDave

We stepped off the plane in Phnom Penh. Cambodia. And everything felt…right. This was good. The previous day had been a struggle. We had packed quickly and caught the last bus from Khao Lak to Phuket Town. We had asked to be let off 30km before the town at the junction for the airport, but sped by all the way into town despite out protests. Getting off the bus, we were swamped by touts and taxis, claiming the only way to the airport was to shell out for a cab. We knew they were lying and told them to get lost. We went up to the ticket desk. They were right. Shit. We had a bit of time before our flight though, and decided to eat before swallowing our pride. It looked like a normal restaurant. ... read more

Well. Kabul was too dangerous, northern India was too cold, and there was no bloody way I was going home. Instead, we got ourselves amazingly cheap flights and are now sunning ourselves in Thailand. We had initially dismissed Thailand as it is currently rainy season and Clare was skeptical of getting a decent job there. However, Clare found a great job, in the best possible location - on the beach! Plus, we found out that rain in Thailand is a little friendlier than India. All we would have to suffer is, at most, a couple of quick cloudbursts a day and the occasional smidgen of cloud. The clouds here are predominantly cumulo-nimbus. You know the ones - small fluffy little affairs that look like a good spot for a sit down and a nice cup of ... read more

I have just spent the most relaxing week of my life in Palolem, a small beach town in the very south of Goa, away from all the package tourism. It took a while to get over the shock of the first day in Mumbai, but we slowly got into it and began to really enjoy the city before we left. We spent our second and third days sightseeing and eating at a leisurely pace. Soon enough it was Wednesday night and after a skinful of beer we entered the seething tumult of Victoria Terminus to board our train to Goa. We were both delighted to be getting to the beach at last, but it felt like our mission in Mumbai was unfinished. We had a lot left we wanted to see and do. A lot of ... read more

The following takes place in mid July. Any similarity between the characters mentioned here and actual real people is intended. *** Clint and Brian, Brian and Clint, where do I start? Clint is certainly an interesting character. He seems to have this dual ability to simultaneously spot a sanctimonious fool, and then say the thing that will push their buttons straight off. He met this Kiwi girl who, on hearing he was from Canada, immediately said "Oh, thats where they club all the seals." Clints response was majestic. "If anyone tries to take my seal clubbing rights away, I will go fuckin crazy." "I remember the first time I clubbed a baby seal, I was 6 years old. My dad held him down while I smacked him, and my mom held the camcorder, it was fuckin ... read more