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Along Mallorca Roads

It’s 10 o’clock when I land. That’s the problem with booking the cheapest flight. It always lands late. “Take bus number 1,” she texts. “Our stop is number 422, in front of El Corte Ingles. You know, that shop you hate.” I haven’t Read more

A Day In Harare

I’m staying with a girl called Lyn. Couchsurfer. I’m sitting on her couch, relaxing with a cup of tea. Getting here though, was bit of an adventure. It was middle of the afternoon when I landed in Harare. Small flight. Lyn had already given me all the instructions the day Read more

Things Are Nice In Switzerland

I arrived in Switzerland on a cold morning. I forget which day exactly, Friday I think. I’d just stepped off an overnight bus from Berlin, still a little sleepy, and hovered around the bus station trying to find my bearings. A Starbucks was nearby, so I stood outside, praying to the travel Read more

When In Berlin

It was taking me a while to find the bar. It was supposedly atop the fifth storey of this shopping mall carpark, yet when I got to the fifth storey, all was silent. I wandered for a minute or so, trying to find signs of life. Bars usually aren’t hard to find – lots of drunk shouting, Read more

A Tammisaari Story

I didn’t even remember what this kid looked like. I mean, I could’ve picked him out of a police line-up, probably. But I didn’t have a clear image of him in my head. He had that funky haircut with the ponytail on top though – I remembered that much. I got off the train Read more

Big Trouble In Little Kraków

I didn’t feel like going home. I’d just had dinner with some friends in the main square and they’d all clocked out early; it was only 11pm. With a belly full of beer, I decided to hit the bars for a couple more, lone cowboy style. After a twenty minute walk I was in the bar-heavy Read more