* Warning – There Will Be Blood – Warning *
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The dull ax, blunted by what looks like decades of use, thuds wetly into the hide of the dead Buffalo. Half butchered, like an unzipped beanbag chair, spilling it’s insides onto a makeshift altar made from the wooden door to a destroyed home.… Read More
Don’t shit where you live.
One imagined this to be a universal tenet. One shared by all. Or so I thought.
I’m swinging a pickaxe on the third storey of a crumbling mud-brick house on the outskirts of the Kathmandu valley, and I’m up to my ankles in human waste.… Read More
Ya know those classic pictures you have in your head of third world transportation? The Indian bus, chickens packed to the ceiling, people on the roof and hanging out the windows? Well India doesn’t allow that anymore. It’s unsafe and unbecoming of a modern nuclear nation state.… Read More
I arrived into Kathmandu on the eve of the year 2073. For the non-lunar calendar users say that puts us at about April 13th, 2016. The city one year on from the earthquake was lively and gearing up for the evenings festivities.… Read More
In 2001, King Dipendra of Nepal reigned for just 56hrs. He did so from a hospital bed, in a coma, having just gunned down almost the entire Royal family as it was sitting down to Sunday dinner.… Read More
Thank god for the rains. I just about couldn’t take anymore. The people. The mass of people – swarming and pressing fluidly up stairways and around columns – I feel like a drop of water in a surging sea of brown bodies.… Read More
Everybody needs a fix. I don’t care if it’s a simple cup of coffee, a cigarette, or a kale and blueberry smoothie with a shot of wheatgrass, everybody seems to need a kick in the ass sometimes.
It’s no different in he rest of the world.… Read More
‘What’s the cheapest room you have?’
‘Well…we have some rooms in the back that are mostly used by Afganhi war refugees, but you probably wouldn’t wan…’
‘I’ll take it.’… Read More
T-H-I-R-U-V-A-N-A-N-T-H……
Sir?
Sir?
What do I do when I’ve run out of boxes?
No, boxes. For letters. On this form you gave me.
I have no more boxes, and still like half the…nevermind.
I’ll just say I’m going to Trivandrum.… Read More
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