That night I descend into a fever, is it the dreaded dengue? Ross River virus, I’m sweating but shivering with…


First day in India, yet more Tuk Tuks, Bicycle Rickshaws, a wedding procession at midnight, on the highway from the…

The trip

I don’t hear voices, well I thought the GPS might have been muttering under it’s breathe to me the other day, but I am devoid of auditory illusions hallucinations thus far in my life.

Skinny Dirt

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