Asshole… I thought, as I exited my hotel room to find someone’s leftover takeaway swinging from my door-handle. But when I went to put it in the bin I noticed it felt…
Author: S Kavanagh
DAY 21. Slave to the French
I peer over the balcony and watch as both adults and children drive through the streets on their motorbikes… adults and children walking across the road like the traffic isn’t there. The…
DAY 20. Slave to Vientiane
I did not do any swimming at the blue lagoon. But I did do a lot of sweating. And eating. I found a shady café and scoffed down a baguette that was…
DAY 19. A Night in the Life of Caligula
I tossed and turned all night, my mind kept awake by my stomach – a washing machine – tossing and turning its contents twice as much as I turned over in the…
DAY 18. Fire & Water
My suspicions have been confirmed. The hot chocolate I had for breakfast in Luang Prabang was indeed coffee after all. Laos coffee. It’s alright I suppose. But the chocolatey notes were very…
DAY 17. The Waters of Kuang Si
My passport was not where it was supposed to be, and after emptying everything out of my bags I realised it was gone. Lost. What the fuck happened to it? My future…
DAY 16. Reunion in Luang Prabang
I sank my teeth into the red velvet cake. Correction, a red velvet cream cheese cake. Was it a French thing? I don’t know. But it was fucking beautiful. Long have I…
DAY 15. Back on the Mekong
We received word from Caesar. It’s over… he’s thrown in the towel. Just over 2 weeks in, barely out of Thailand, we’ve lost 1 man for good, and been separated from another…
DAY 14. First Border Crossing: Into the Land of Laos
It’s too early for this… I thought as I tried to fill out the visa documentation, making blunder after blunder, my answers quickly becoming indecipherable. We were rushed across the border in…
DAY 13. Casualty
I lay there in the bottom bunk, curtains drawn around me, and listened to the horrific sounds of gagging, spitting, the spewing of bodily fluid and gurgling on the verge of choking….
