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I was stranded in a boat in the middle of Pulau Perhentian's harbour, surrounded by perfectly still turquoise water.

Never was a single street so contrived to entice. The pavement of Takeshita Street in Harajuku was lined with flashing gadgetry and colourful signs; every shop along the road sparkled invitingly with lace and neon and floral attire.

“Black rhinos are very aggressive, very territorial”, our guide told us, pointing to tracks on the ground. “This is the print of a black rhino. Look, come closer, you can see from the dung. It is fresh.”

Lady Jezeema sets down a tray of cardamom tea with curd and treacle and settles herself into her chair in the back room of her house that serves as her Batik art shop, just off the main road in Matara, Sri Lanka.

I’m so LUCKY to have a memorable trip in China - I wish I could have said the same for our driver then.

“Don’t bother, I’ll do it!” an elderly lady said when I wanted to pick up a magazine that fell next to her.

The new day was slowly waking up to a gorgeous misty morning, in the mountain town of Yelagiri. The monsoon dew hung festively amidst the July sunshine, stirring a perfect weather, to trek up...

It had rained all through the night and though the dawn opened somewhat dull and damp, it didn’t look as if it would rain right now.

My new boss Gary kicks his feet onto the dash board, wrestles a cigarette from the pack with his teeth and lights up. Late night inner city Jakarta and life festers like an open wound as we make our way through Indonesia’s crumbling urban decay.

He slipped, bare-footed, in to our camp one night, bringing nothing but a machete hung on a belt of rattan at his waist, and the tattered shirt and trousers he was wearing.