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…
In the dark ages of backpacking we carried heavy paperback books, to while away the weary hours. Now you can carry all the rainy-day entertainment you need on your phone. One of my favourite things to do when I’m bored is listen to podcasts…
“…Now this is good art. You can see what the fuck the picture is about” he huffs. “The political themes in the abstract work are interesting though” I venture. “Sure. Politics. Well that’s another thing. I almost got shut down twice in the last few months. I hung some work that someone didn’t like, and…
“…Do you know where the bus to California is?” he asks me. His accent is American. His English is perfect. He sounds like he just stepped out of a movie. The question is absurd. This is Cambodia. Even with my lousy knowledge of geography, I know there ain’t no busses to California here. He’s got…