Long haul to Bali
If you have to go to Bali at short notice but lack access to a high-powered boat fitted with supplementary vodka tanks, supersonic stabilisers and three depraved Scandinavian contortionists, you shoul...
My big fat Bali holiday – Part II
“Arak attack!”
The cry came late at night in a dog-eared bar in a feral village called Amed. I went limp and dropped to the ground, which was easier done than said, and pretended to be dead. This was,...
My big fat Bali holiday – Part I
When temperatures drop to 13 degrees in Durban, you know it's time to make like a swallow and duck.
My tiny endothermic brain is not designed to function in low temperatures. I have bear blood. Hibern...