I’d only been back home from Russia and Europe for a few weeks and was just getting over that post-trip depression when my phone started ringing. It was Tiny, a lad I’d served overseas…
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After a heavy night of drinking The Dutchman and I walked into a café near our apartment for some refreshments. We were on our way to check out some mass demonstrations that were occurring…
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Nestled between a vintage clothing store and a tobacco merchant is a rather delightful establishment known as The Indian Kitchen, or just The Kitchen to locals. This is the Indian restaurant that the other…
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Jake and I were sitting around playing with a baby eagle that someone had rescued. It was becoming more tame each day and would sit upon its perch all day and then go into…
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A small minibus picked us up around midday at our hotel in Antigua. It was one of the only times during the whole trip that we were actually on a bus with other tourists…
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The wind howled and ice blasted against my face. I was in need of shelter and a dark corner to spend a few moments while I planned my next move. I opened a steel…
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By pure chance one Saturday morning I was fortunate enough to stumble upon quite a jewel. It had been less fortunate circumstances that had brought me to Paddington in the first place however. The…
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After a blurry night in Cancun Tiny and I jumped aboard a small plane bound for Havana. It was easily one of the smallest passenger planes I had ever flown on. Although we were…
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The Dutchman and I were building a snowman on a frozen lake near our apartment and drinking a cheap bottle of vodka when we got talking about a market he had recently heard about.…
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The Dutchman and I wanted to check out an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of Moscow. We had been watching Ross Kemp’s gangs documentary and had seen him investigating this ultra-nationalist group who used…
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Once or twice a year a little known and poorly advertised arms and militaria fair occurs at the showgrounds in Fortitude Valley, Brisbane. A $10 entry will allow you to browse a warehouse full of…
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My neighbour in the dorms was a tall Dutchman who spoke Russian well, he claimed to be a geologist with a Masters degree from the University of Amsterdam. Why he was in Moscow I…
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We sat in a tiny bar on Rue Rambutea in Paris and spoke of past times and memories over bottles of ale, a lager of some sort that I had never drank before. I…
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While drinking in the John Bull Pub in Moscow I heard an English accent and got talking to a fellow who claimed to be a British paratrooper on leave. He wasn’t the usual type…
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I wandered around the city aimlessly, confused and unsure of where I was going or what I would find. It was more of a hobble than a walk, as I was quite prone to overeating…