There was no dusk those first few days at the Torres del Paine; evening just came down. It seemed to rush in randomly minutes after we’d arrived at the campsites and Alejandra muttered Argentinian curses against it...
Hundreds of guests were seated inside the Golden Royal Hall. From where I stood though, it looked like the entire city of Nanjing was present. I felt dizzy, then fainted in my itchy cheongsam and torturously heavy headpiece.
Andrew, an office colleague, convinced me to accompany him and some explorers on a relaxed rafting trip down a stretch of the Pongola River, on the border of the Ithala Game Reserve in Kwazulu-Natal.
My childish enthusiastic shouts of “giddyap,” always gained the same response.
An exasperated blast of sour nicotine tinged breath followed with the sullen instruction to, “pipe down, kid.”
The back streets of Rome were lumpy and bumpy. The cobbled roads erratic as a choppy sea. My husband swore loudly as one of the nasty cobbles twisted the wheel off our obese suitcase.
23h17 - Like trying to dodge the cracks on a pavement I manoeuvre myself over and around sleeping bodies that litter the platform in Agra. The pungent vapour reeking from the urinals burns my nose so I hasten my step...
“F#ck off, old man,” wasn't quite the response I expected from the dreadlocked young woman sitting at the computer in the hotel lobby. Or, perhaps, it was.
From the locker room as I looked at the bathing area through the glass partition wall, the first thing that caught my attention was a completely unclothed teenage girl being vigorously and voraciously scrubbed by...
He let the cigarette dangle from his mouth while we battled out our argument via the most intense staring contest I’ve been honored to be involved in since perhaps grade school.