There’s a bus that leaves Bagan at 8pm and arrives at Nyaungshwe at 4 in the morning, and if anything says “this bus timetable was designed by someone on the spectrum” it’s that the average of those times is midnight. It’s a nice balance, see? Four hours either side. If you’re smart and booked your bus … Continue reading Inle Lake and Nyaungshwe
I first came to Burma a couple of years ago with a standup comedy gang; we did a show in Yangon and I spent a week or so hanging out there and I took the train up to Mandalay. The journey sucked: the train shook side-to-side and back and forth, I didn’t sleep, and the … Continue reading Holy Shit though, Bagan
In May 2015 I moved out of my apartment in Hong Kong and started a new job where I’d be travelling for more than half the year. I’d been in Hong Kong since 2011; it was my home. But if I wasn’t working there and couldn’t get a sponsored visa, I’d have to move back to … Continue reading Professionally homeless
Dad visited me in Shanghai, we hit up a museum, this thing happened:
This is starting to get silly. Getting stranded in Bangkok once may be regarded as a misfortune, twice and it’s starting to look like some kind of stage production. Occasionally something happens which makes you realise that in some small way we’re all connected, that there’s a thread that’s holding us all together, guiding our thoughts and our … Continue reading Bangkok, again
Firstly you totally don’t get to call it a rainy season if it’s raining all the time. What that is is just that you live in a really damp place – you should get over it and stop spreading childish propaganda about your microclimate. Monsoon my ass – it’s always rainy and never sunny, like … Continue reading Tubing in Vang Vieng
If you were to say to me “Sam, I want to visit a beautiful place with wide, tree-lined streets, an historic european feel, great food and a nice river to sit by when it’s sunny”, I’d say “Margaret, you should go to Vienna, it’s great”. If you were to then say “Sam, you’ve known me … Continue reading Luang Prabang is sex mad.
If you’re passing through Cork or Derry during the day and the streets are empty when they should be full and you find yourself thinking “where are all the Irish people?” look no further because they’re all right there on Koh Phi Phi. There are Irish bars and Irish restaurants and Irish hostels and an … Continue reading Koh Phi Phi
Saigon is a city with an identity crisis. On the one hand it’s the largest, most modern city in Vietnam, a poster boy for the modern communist state and the face of the country to the world, whilst on the other it’s the historical capital, stuffed with grand French architecture and a rich, varied and fairly … Continue reading Saigon
I came back to Thailand to satisfy my desire to pick food out of my food.