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Salt Veins
The road is a blur.
Mountains, rivers, and endless jade-green rice paddies whip by at 70 clicks an hour. Pause to slowly work your way through a herd of water buffalo and then punch it.… Read More
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This Guy
Formerly morbidly-obese library cop turned freelance travel writer and jungle vagabond. Currently riding my tiny scooter around Asia, and writing from the rainy beaches of the Cambodian coast.
Travelogues, training, and cautionary tales for those feeling sidelined by circumstance and hoping to change their lives through travel.… Read More
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* 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 look up. Just don’t. Just keep looking down and lift your stupid leg. Good. Now the other.
-the neck instinctively cranes upward-
No! No! Not yet. Two more steps, then you can look. Two more deep breaths of this thin air, then look.… Read More
Here, within sight of the beach and the hundreds of cheering onlookers it felt as if it might all unravel at the very end. The final hurdle of getting through the last line of breakers and on up to the sandbar seems impossible.… Read More
I’ve always known that a drowning man will pull down their rescuer to save themselves.
I understand it, that final animalistic will to live overriding everything else. At the time there is only that moment – survival or death. Guilt and judgement can come later, and from the safety of shore.… Read More
I’ve come-to lying on my back on the sand. The sky above is grey and the sound of the crashing waves is the only thing to be heard over the screams of a wailing mother.
I feel sick. Like I’ve just eaten at Golden Corral then climbed into a tumble dryer.… Read More
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