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Tag: newwriting

Not-so shaggy dog story: a brush with death

An ordinary visit to the park turns into a near-death experience. As I dutifully pick up his shit, my dogs runs toward a busy main road.

dog walking, dogs, Enmore, humour, Injured, inner west, marrickville, Newtown, newwriting, storytelling, sydney, unlucky

Backpacking in India: unexpected dangers.

Danger comes from unexpected places in India. Perilous roads, the ever-present risk of shitting oneself.  We had a long list of potential hazards.  But little brown Geckos were not included.

backpacker, backpacking, biographical, blog, blogger, blogging, goa, india, newwriting

Unexpected Dangers in India

In India the perilous roads, the ever-present risk of shitting oneself were both expected. We quickly learned that there are unexpected dangers too.

backpacker, backpacking, biographical, blog, blogger, blogging, goa, india, newwriting

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

Backpacking in India: arriving in Delhi

Carried by a motorcade of tuk-tuks through the dark, dusty streets of Delhi looking for a hotel room. It was like we were caught up in a surreal Nativity Story interpretation. THIS was the adventure we wanted… wasn’t it?

backpacker, backpacking, blog, blogging, blogs, brachial plexus, delhi, humour, india, newtownblog, newwriting, sydneyblogger

Arriving in Delhi as naive backpcker

We were carried by a motorcade of tuk-tuks through the dark, dusty streets of nighttime Delhi on a frightening, fruitless search for a hotel room.

backpacker, backpacking, blog, blogging, blogs, brachial plexus, delhi, humour, india, newtownblog, newwriting, sydneyblogger

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

Embrace The Newtown Gnome

In a world of divisive politics, orange presidents and Brex-shit, we can at least agree on one thing. Garden gnomes are tacky.

biographical, blog, blogger, blogging, blogs, brachial plexus injury, gnome, gnomepunintended, humour, Newtown, newtownblog, newwriting, sydney, sydneyblogger, the moth, writing, yourgnomiehomie

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

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

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