There’s a particular kind of confidence that only exists when you’re holding a smartphone at arm’s length, watching a thick blue line tell you exactly where to go. It’s the sort of confidence that whispers, Relax mate, satellites have got this. That was me in...
I didn’t set out to become a local landmark. When I landed in Vietnam, my goals were modest: eat everything, survive crossing the road, and not embarrass Australia too badly in public. At no point did I plan on becoming “the tall one”—a kind of roaming human reference...
I arrived in Ubud with a backpack full of loose cotton clothing, a Kindle loaded with books about mindfulness, and the unshakable confidence of a man who’d watched exactly three Netflix documentaries about spirituality. I was ready. Ready to shed my ego, open my...
There is a particular fantasy that grips many Australians the moment they book an international flight. It usually happens somewhere between clicking confirm payment and telling your boss you’re “off to find yourself.” The fantasy goes like this: you, alone, far from...
I didn’t come to Britain to learn anything. That’s the honest truth. I came for a working holiday, a bit of travel, and the noble pursuit of figuring out whether British pints really were warmer than Australian ones (they’re not warm, just misunderstood). Education...
