Sydney. On paper – what’s not to like? Great weather, beautiful people, beautiful beaches, a work-not-too hard-but-play-harder attitude. And heck, it’s hardly like there’s a culture shock from the UK – the only difference here being that when people are hungover they go jogging and have a protein shake, rather than lie on the sofa binge eating cheese toasties and watching the Hollyoaks ominibus. For some reason though, I just wasn’t getting it…
A curious dusty town in the desert full of contradictions – holy cows eating plastic bags, a sacred lake with no water, and a priest who’s more Dell Boy than Dalai Lama… welcome to the madness of Pushkar.
A camel safari? What a great idea! When reduced to trudging through the desert under a baking sun, we started to wonder what we had let ourselves in for…
Koh Samui – island of broken dreams. Time to sit and ponder a paradise lost? Or time to down a bottle of vodka, get sunburnt in the shape of your vest, throw a few chairs around and eat chips for breakfast? Oi Oi!
A tent, a beach, a chap called Man, and a man who is most definitely Benito Del Toro’s secret Thai brother…
