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Days of Kampot
I’m walking down the street in Kampot when I see my friend sitting out the front of Milano Pizza. I cross over and take the empty seat ...
For the love of tyres
Tyres. Good tyres are a beautiful thing. I dream of soft compounds, of steep contours, of jagged knobs that tear at the ground. And whe...
Pleasure and Pain
It’s 4am and I’m disturbing the sleep of the hotel receptionists. I come downstairs, toting my laptop in the darkness with the objectiv...
Debrief
After the shock of the accident, I ride sedately into Loei and pulled into my usual parking spot behind my usual ultra-cheap hotel. As ...
Slaying the Demon
Road tripping… day four? Five? Oh well, irrelevant. I am back to my peripatetic exiseance, in which I don't know where I'm going or why...
Road Tripping – In Real Time
It's 4.40am and the sun won't be up for another hour or so. Although warm beds beckon, this is my writing time. It's in these pre-dawn ...