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

She’s the ‘Squid Lady’, or Mūc Srey if you’re not into the whole ‘English’-thing. So that’s what you call her.
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My knees ache terribly. I feel like I’m nine again, crammed awkwardly into a tiny church pew. Instead of a Greek Orthodox priest yelling about damnation in a language I never understood I now have a plinth of brightly robed monks chanting at me about salvation in another.… Read More

Kerfuffle n. (Cur-fuff-ul)
1. A small mishap or problem.
2. A collection of travelers, squares, freaks, hairies, dykes and fairies, setting off into the jungles of Cambodia in search of a place they have never been, yet inexplicably miss.Read More