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That time I accidentally exchanged money on the black market

‘All fur coat and no knickers’ is how I’d describe my hotel in Uzbekistan. A northern England expression describing something, or more often someone, that is all style over substance.

biography, Central Asia, Embarassing, humour, Tashkent, travel, travelogue, Uzbekistan

How did this nervous traveller land himself in Uzbekistan?

Arriving at a foreign airport unable to speak the language or read any of the airport signs is daunting. Shit-scary but thrilling too for this nervous traveller.

backpacking, biography, funny, humour, travel, travel blog, travel writing, travelogue, Uzbekistan

A Yorkshire Horror Story

A true story of how a short break in a charming Yorkshire village turned to bloody horror.

I’m covered in blood. I don’t know why.

biography, grassington, Injury, stitches, story, true story, unlucky, yorkshire

Backpacking in India: a cautionary tale about farting

Budget travel brings an unavoidable level of intimacy. Oversharing in extremis. De-briefings requested and given after each visit to the toilet.

backpacking, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, humour, india, newtownblog, newwriting, reading, writing

Backpacking in India: avoid farting

Budget travel brings an unavoidable level of intimacy. Oversharing in extremis. De-briefings requested and given after each visit to the toilet.

backpacking, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, humor, humour, india, newtownblog, newwriting, reading, writing

Quitting university. Arriving in India as a backpacker

Age 22, I wrote a letter to my future self. In a moment of transcendent clarity, I committed my thoughts to paper so I could look back and remember that feeling. It was as if I’d been driving through a dimly lit, noisy tunnel. Coming out of the other side into silence. Sunlight. Sweet relief.

amwriting, biography, blog, blogger, blogging, blogs, brachial plexus injury, newtownblog, newwriting, sydneyblogger, the moth

I quit university to see the world

Age 22, I wrote a letter to my future self. In a moment of transcendent clarity, I committed my thoughts to paper so I could look back and remember that feeling.

amwriting, biography, blog, blogger, blogging, blogs, brachial plexus injury, newtownblog, newwriting, sydneyblogger, the moth

Naked

I’m naked. Well, almost. I’m wearing only a fig leaf.
That’s the way it feels sometimes, writing this blog. Looking at my comfort zone through the rear view mirror. I enjoy it. But It’s exposing.

biographical, biography, blog, blogger, blogging, blogs, bpi, brachial plexus, brachial plexus injury, humour, naked, newtownblog, newwriting, sydneyblogger, the moth, writing

Finally leaving home (and being assaulted)

Standing outside the train station on London Road, I looked across at the skyline of Leicester. ‘Whatever happens, I’m not coming to this shit-hole’, I thought.

assault, biography, bpi, Eclectic, humour, leicester, Leicesterpoly, student, writing

Part 13: Student Bashing

Standing outside the train station on London Road, I looked across at the skyline of Leicester. ‘Whatever happens, I’m not coming to this shit-hole’, I thought.

amwriting, biography, blog, blogger, blogging, blogs, bpi, demontforduniversity, Eclectic, humour, leicester, Leicesterpoly, newtownblog, student, sydneyblogger, writing

My Syria Experience: Damascus, Aleppo, Palmyra

I turned the corner to come nose-to-nose with a decapitated camel, hanging grimly outside a butcher’s shop. A hook through the underside of its jaw.

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Visiting Syria: Damascus, Aleppo, Palmyra

As I turned the corner I came nose-to-nose with a decapitated camel.

amwriting, backpacker, backpacking, biographical, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, brachial plexus injury, british council, damascus, humour, sydneyblogger, syria, the moth, writing

Life with a Brachial Plexus Injury: protecting your good arm

You’re unaware your arm is resting up against a boiling kettle. The skin is burning but you can’t feel it. When and how do you realise? When you smell your skin crisping up like pork crackling?

amwriting, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, bpi, brachial plexus, brachial plexus injury, Hospital, Hull, humour, newwriting, rsi, sydneyblogger, the moth, writing

Reincarnated as a Dung Beetle

It’s a Sunday evening in January 2011. I’m sitting with 6 strangers in a house in Paddington. There’s an uneasy silence. We’re waiting to get started.

amwriting, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, brachial plexus injury, meditation, mystery, Paddington, sydney, sydneyblogger, tbpi, the moth, writing

Was this real or a scam?

It’s a Sunday evening in January 2011. I’m sitting with 6 strangers in a house in Paddington. There’s an uneasy silence. We’re waiting to get started…

amwriting, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, brachial plexus injury, meditation, mystery, Paddington, sydney, sydneyblogger, tbpi, the moth, writing

A Life Well Lived

My tour was interrupted by an old lady who seemed to know everyone. She took my and warmly between hers. Not letting go.

amwriting, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, british council, damascus, Eclectic, great lives, humour, newwriting, sydneyblogger, syria, writing

My Tacoma Bridge Moment

We ‘upgraded’ to the suburbs when I was 7 years old. The school I left behind was an austere Victorian building with separate entrances for boys and girls.

amwriting, bilton, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, bpi, brachial plexus, Hull, nervous, reading, spoons, sydneyblogger, writing

Concussed

When I woke I touched the side of my head gently. Dried blood. The pain was intense. Like a visit by the mother of all hangovers.

amwriting, biographical, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, bpi, brachial plexus injury, damascus, embarrassment, Fosters, humour, Injury, sydneyblogger, writing

Concussed in Damascus

When I woke I touched the side of my head gently. Dried blood. The pain was intense. Like a visit by the mother of all hangovers.

amwriting, biographical, biography, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, blogs, bpi, brachial plexus injury, damascus, embarrassment, Fosters, humour, Injury, sydneyblogger, writing

Part 12: Against The Graine.

It felt like my eyeballs had swollen to the size of cricket balls, being pushed out of their sockets from the inside.

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