The Parthenon (& Munchies) – VIDEO
“You want to see the Parthenon? I know the right way to do it; at the best cafe in the city!”
Maria is a very emphatic person. Greek-Australian. That’s emphasis x2…
“You want to see the Parthenon? I know the right way to do it; at the best cafe in the city!”
Maria is a very emphatic person. Greek-Australian. That’s emphasis x2…
To be or to photograph? That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and tomatoes of outraged pedestrians, or to drop your arms and not make trouble.
Nicky waves his arms and yells something Bulgarian at the driver. The driver brakes. He doesn’t have a choice. Nicky is blocking the road. As soon as the van slows down, Nicky is at the side window, bellowing. The van accelerates and drives away down the motorway ramp…
Standing beside the road with a gun in my face is a bit of a Tintin moment… but not a good one. This is a moment from one of the darker, more political Tintin books, where the hero finds himself on the run behind the Iron Curtain…
Luckily for me I’ve teamed up with a hitchhiking super star for my journey from Belgrade to Sofia. Also, I met a very cute stray doggie..!
I’ve only been in Serbia two hours and I’ve been threatened with arrest for having a conversation. I know I have a talent for getting myself into trouble but this is ridiculous…
Sometimes I notice the membrane that wraps me. The way people look around me and past me. I don’t exist. It’s like nothing ever happened…
We sit in the park and have a picnic. I introduce her to my robots.
‘They look like smartphones to me’ Pia says.
‘They are robots’ I tell her. ‘They are very talented filmmakers and photographers…’
“A man is arrested and taken to the police station. They tie him to a chair and blindfold him. Then the sargent gets a jug and begins to pour water into the man’s shoes…”
On the road, south of Prague.
I get my first ever fine from the cops for hitchhiking, and I try a local eatable…
I’ll be in India soon.
I’m preparing myself by asking anyone I meet: have you been to India? If they have, I interrogate them…
“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…”