The Chiang Mai HELL Temple! – VIDEO
I thought MY imagination was twisted…
I thought MY imagination was twisted…
He’s facing away from me but I can see his profile in the firelight; creased brow, hook nose, stained grey beard. Rage surges up in me…
I want to hitch a ride on a private jet. Somewhere out there, one of you has a friend with a plane. I want to make this happen, and I know we can do it. I want to hitchhike the sky!..
“Are you up for it mate?” “Of course” he snears, his juggler pride offended. “We have had only six beers. I will juggle. I will juggle any way you like. Let us make this interesting. I will juggle, J.U.I., and what is more, I will juggle cans of IPA, and I will do it on the roof…”
I get dropped off on the edge of town and walk down the road a bit to find a good hitchhiking pitch. There’s a sheriff’s cruiser parked on the side of the road. There isn’t a whole lot of traffic. I wonder if this guy gets bored sitting on the side of this lonely road all day…
People party for days, get drunk, run around in the streets chasing each other with water guns, but it’s all good humored. There’s no sense of malice. People are respectful of each other…
Sophia is skateboarding from Darwin to Alice Springs. If you see her, please stop and offer her a cold drink. Sophia, you rock! I love it when I meet people who travel in more eccentric ways than I do. Then again… What is “normal” travel?
Outback Australia is pretty sparsely populated. The people you do meet are colourful characters: stoic, steadfast and sunburnt; shaped by the harsh landscape and climate. Meet a few Mount Isa residents we bumped into. Termite Hill Terry. Jawa Jack. Fish Head Fred. Hunter S. There’s always a few city folk doing the tourist thing in…
…Before you moved in there was druggies running a meth’ lab in that place. There were hookers turning tricks in there, fights, non stop fucking problems. I had to call the cops one night ’cause this guy climbed my fence and fell asleep in my back yard…” I lived in Redfern for a while, in…
I Am Tall. Get Over It. I get so sick of people commenting on my height. It’s like: “really? I’m tall? No shit? I never noticed that before. Fuck! You are such an observant person!” I’m not sure why I’m so annoyed by it. I guess it’s partly repetition. If you hear anything often…
…The job seemed extraordinarily simple. All I had to do was slide down a ladder, high-five two other ‘sailors’, stick my paw in a bucket of chicken, take a big bite, grin like an idiot and whoop with joy. In reality though, whooping and chewing chicken at the same time is more difficult than it…
Tuk-tuk drivers make me feel inadequate. Here is a guy who, despite being a chronic alcoholic womaniser with five children, manages to operate a small business…