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  • Nakhon Phanom – returning for Lai Rua Fai festival

    Nakhon Phanom – returning for Lai Rua Fai festival

    Thursday morning. Caught early flight from Don Muang, Bangkok’s original, but now secondary airport. First time flying with budget airline Nok Air. Good service, quick check-in, friendly smiles. The alternative – a 12 hour bus ride to Nakhon Phanom – wasn’t an option this time. Don Muang would give main airports in many other cities a run for their money, […]

     
     
  • Wat Phu Tok Gallery

    Wat Phu Tok Gallery

    The seven levels of circular walkways, caves and platforms that comprise Wat Phu Tok, rise precariously 200 metres above the Mekong River floodplain. 

     
     
  • Myanmar Shangri La Gallery

    Myanmar Shangri La Gallery

    This gallery contains photos from the Kalaw to Inle Lake trek in December 2011.

     
     
  • Nakhon Phanom

    Nakhon Phanom

    The Happy Capital in the Land of Smiles Nakhon Phanom is the ideal Thai city; big enough to have what you need, but small enough to be personable. It has an attractive setting with views across the Mekong River to jagged limestone mountains in Laos. Traffic is leisurely, locals are friendly, food is consistently good, and it exudes a progressiveness […]

     
     
  • Mekong Motorcycle Diaries – Day 1

    Mekong Motorcycle Diaries – Day 1

    I hired a motorbike from Sam, who has a makeshift booth on the footpath a street back from the Mekong River. Well, I think his name is Sam – it’s what he wrote on a piece of paper along with a phone number to call if I ever got in trouble

     
     
  • Crossing Karma Country

    Crossing Karma Country

    Laos, December 2010… The head of the Japanese girl dangles precariously at right angles in empty space above the aisle. I can’t believe she’s asleep. Beside her, another Japanese girl bounces against the window. I sit opposite them trying to close a gap letting in cold air. At the rear, three wide-eyed Europeans jump and shuffle like lottery balls We’re […]

     
     
  • George ‘Long Island’ Nagashima

    George ‘Long Island’ Nagashima

    I’m in Kagoshima, at the south-eastern tip of Kyushu, Japan, in the train station, trying to orient the maps given me by tourist information when a frail, elderly man with large thin-rimmed glasses, wispy black hair and an impish grin, approaches. Wearing a shirt and a tie he speaks correct English, but with slow, pronounced effort and a slight American […]

     
     
  • Ubon Holds Up A Candle

    Ubon Holds Up A Candle

    I am sipping an Americano outside Jazz, a blink-and-you’d-miss-it cafe in Khuangthani Road when I hear drums and guitars, followed by singing. Then villagers appear wearing green tops and checked sarongs. They clap and dance spontaneously to the music, oblivious to the light rain. The temple communities are arriving with their floats to set up for tomorrow’s parade, and the […]

     
     
  • State Library of Victoria. Classical music was performed inside the domed reading room. I met a Korean woman here around 5.30am - now living in Sydney, she flew down yesterday. Said she couldn't find accommodation, though I doubt Melbourne was booked out. She was doing a tour of the Great Ocean Road at 8am, so hopefully she was able to stay awake for it.

    White Night Melbourne

    White Night is a dusk-to-dawn celebration of art and culture that began in Paris in 2002 and has since spread to twenty-three other international cities. Though, the true inspiration apparently goes back further to a festival in Saint Petersburg, Russia – ‘white night’ describes the evenings at that latitude during the summer solstice when dusk lingers from sunset till dawn. […]

     
     
  • Pirate of Padstow

    Hiking the Cornish stretch of England’s 1015km South West Coast Path in 1987, I reached Padstow village where a ferry is required to cross the Camel River. It was market day and stalls crowded the quay. A local’s outstretched hand pointed me to a Ferry sign where stone steps led to a smallish wooden boat. I descended, plonked my backpack […]

     
     
 
 

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