Popagandhi

So I’m back home, sort of, in Bangkok — my beloved krung thep. There’s nothing quite like it.

We were in a restaurant on Sukhumvit a few days ago, with a cosmopolitan Indian family next to us. They had posh accents and a young boy in a Dhoni jersey. Expats, obviously. Eavesdropping was inevitable: it was [...]

Barcelona takes to the streets celebrating the Spanish victory, effectively un-jinxing itself — finally.

I was watching it in the neighbourhood of El Raval, and every shop with a TV set had the match on; tonight alone, you could have walked into any bar to gawk at the screen and it didn’t matter you weren’t ordering [...]

Boy, what fun. (And what good food!) The man in that psychedelic Moritz beer jacket is the bouncer/announcer at Inopia. He goes to the corner of the stairs and shouts messages from the kitchen, like… we’ve run out of aubergines! People usually clap after every announcement. No idea why either, but it’s all good fun.

I [...]

Hello. There will be no picture with this post. All too many posts about travel have a picture here, and a picture there, all the better to illustrate that I’mhereandyou’renot effect postcards once had, back when we still sent them. Where am I? That depends on when you ask. When this journey began I found [...]

Because “you don’t post pictures of yourself anymoreeee“, because I’m bored and cold in Perpignan, and because my mum is awake at 6am in Singapore and probably checking my blog.

Entalau. I could get used to living in a longhouse. I certainly got used to living in this one.

I loved Borneo. It was partly sentimental, maybe [...]