Lounging in Bangkok airport, flight departs in an hour. One month on the road, skies and the occasional mountain to explore personal research avenues before …
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This corner of Mishuku, fairly close to my home where the taxi driver’s pull up their rigs, take a pee in the nearby pubic lavatory, …
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Last night’s taxi driver takes an interest in my ‘pod and we end up nudging up to one another on his front seat, each taking …
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A few days in the Sao Paulo to wrap up this trip to Brazil. In a world of dense urban spaces it doesn’t get much …
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Dead skin on the hand of a rickshaw driver – his other hand was similarly worn in the same place.
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Today’s shave comes courtesy of a back alley barber in a nearby village. I would never have found this place were it not for my …
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Today’s taxi driver from the airport doesn’t like the silence and borrows my headphones for a couple of songs. He pretends to enjoy Public Enemy, …
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Can’t think of a city that isn’t beautiful to cruise around at night. Window down, non-spoken communication with the driver and the night-air blowing away …
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As we descend into Beijng the mental preparation for arrival kicks in. Leaving the plane’s cocoon can be jarring and music is my way to …
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