Undiscovered Beachside Haven for Nomads: Kuantan, Malaysia
Kuantan’s beaches are really spectacular, and because this place hasn’t been discovered by tourists yet, the beaches are quiet, clean, and hardly touched by development…
Kuantan’s beaches are really spectacular, and because this place hasn’t been discovered by tourists yet, the beaches are quiet, clean, and hardly touched by development…
Bob and I got invited to play a couple of songs at a local cultural festival last weekend. I made an effort to look as Malaysian as possible but I had a bit of trouble working out how to wear my skirt properly…
“You don’t have any money left at all? Where are you sleeping?” I ask Bob.
“Well… unfortunately, last night I slept under the roof of the public toilet in the park” he admits…
I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit, like she was singing…
Gets me thinking about why I do this silly stuff that I do.
Endless roaming. Hand to mouth existence. Broken relationships…
Not sure I have a good explanation.
A man enters a room full of flashing lights and promises. He is damned and disowned. He has an erection. He has a gun. The gun this man carries can fire a thousand bullets in one minute.
Remember; this is the USA. This is the home of the brave; the land of opportunity.
Fairy Meadow Beach is in the northern suburbs of Wollongong, on Australia’s south-east coast. Shannon and I have spent a lazy, sunny week here. This is a spot that could hardly be more convenient for low budget travelers. There are plenty of dumpsters nearby, overflowing with fresh fruit and vege’s. We have set ourselves up…
We rock up to the Goldy’ Rollin’ down the road. KC ‘n The Moonlight Band, Lookin’ for bed and board. We don’t got no money, But we got the blues on be assured. First stop is the beach reserve, Gotta find a place to camp. Ideally next to a BBQ, And a slinky skate…
…Our mouths smell of whiskey and we are both breathing hard through our nostrils as we kiss, our sweaty faces sliding over each other. I see a monkey over Katherine’s shoulder. Two monkeys. Three. I pull away from the kiss. We are surrounded by monkeys. They are in a ring around us. They’re big,…
…Some time in the next few minutes I am going to shit. If I don’t find a suitably private place to do it, it is going to happen in my pants, and I know from experience that when you feel this sort of urgency in the tropics, the results are usually liquid, and that means…
…We read on the interweb that the generals have officially admitted that what is going on is a coup d’etat. A 10 PM curfew is in effect, apparently, and Thailand’s elected leaders have been cordially invited, by the generals, to report to an army barracks at their convenience. All over Thailand tourists are freaking out:…
I hear something move a few metres away. A crackle of shifting twigs. It’s closer now, just on the other side of the tree. I whirl around the trunk, spear ready…