Paganistic Ode

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Geometric patterns flash in neon colours Circling and changing Coming together to form A river The room is melting The people are melting I am melting My face They burp and fart and vomit Organic sounds in the lush jungle We float down the river As the shaman jollily sings The icaro song swirls around me Its colourful tendrils dance …

Meet Fiona Solis, Beautiful Transgender Model

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“You can call me lady-boy, he-she, she-male, whatever, I don’t care. I am proud of who I am.” I spent a weekend in Bangkok couchsurfing with one of the most beautiful transgender models in the world. Fiona Solis is a proud Filipino who now lives in Thailand, working as a model, real estate agent, make-up artist and tour guide. It was …

Ey mamí! Hola Colombia…

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Listen to these beats from Bomba Estéreo as you read about the lush and lively country where I began my dream backpacking trip… Endless emerald green rolling hills and majestic mountains of the Andes were my hypnotising reward for the hours upon days spent bussing around southwest Colombia. Then the salsa – there’s a reason Colombians have a reputation for knowing how to …

Throwing my stable life to the winds..

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I can now die with no regrets. In December 2013, amidst studies in California, I crossed the border to Mexico on foot and tried out this ‘backpacking’ thing for a month. Remind me to tell you some crazy stories from that trip another day. After that month, a dream formed, of a long backpacking trip in South America. I decided …

Short Stories of India

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Some fun little tales from my trip to the motherland.. Mumbai International Airport It is witching hour when we step off the plane and into the tunnel in a dreamlike haze. People await their fellow travellers like confused ghosts floating in the tunnel. They stare at us walking by with slow, sleepy eyes, and we stare back. As we sleepwalk …