Letters from Ubud: Dark things tread here…. how vampires, creeps and predators are feasting on the soul of the world – and why it actually matters. [Extracts from notes to editor: This mission has gone sideways. Things are derailed. The bad guys are winning. This story is a goddamn shambles! It’s A war zone out … More The Vampire in the Lotus
The secret of the beauty way…. is that the pain that comes to slay you, is always the rough magic of the powerful hand that can raise you, up and graced by yonder light. Much of your pain is self-chosen It is the bitter potion By which the physician within you Heals your vision and … More A beautiful crack in the Earth…
Sting of dread jellyfish, creep of long-fingered yoni botherers, plague of Jedi gigolos and dangerous doses of frog venom…. becoming a whole woman is one magical adventure after another on the rosy quartz isle of Koh Phangan, deep in the Sea of Siam. *This is a fairystory, and it is not bite-sized. It is a … More Death by Frog on Koh Phangan… a woman’s quest to find her soul among the pussy hunters of strange Siam.
Come with me for a moment, away from the roar of mad thinking and the crush of despair – there is a voice in the garden, a song in the rice field… I fled back to Bali with a face sucked dry by the Antarctic winds that gnaw on the bones of remote southwest … More Voices from the rice field… how Bali lost it all
If you’re on the path to peace, you’ll find out pretty quick that those be shark-infested waters! A guide for toe-dipping, the Curse of Darwin and who’s who in the spiritual zoo. Twenty years’ down the road less traveled and that gorgeous, lonely path is now some of the most fought-over real estate on the planet. … More Survival of the Sickest – the mess, the cause and how to fix it.
I’ve always had this intuitive feeling that ‘going back’ is a path fraught with disappointment, a sure way to lance the boil of regret that grows quietly on the under-side of nostalgia. In love, in career and travel, ‘going back’ risks curdling all that warm milky romance that time so gently nurture us with – … More Death in Vilcabamba
A month washed in, a month washed out. Here in Vilcabamba rainbows were broiled up and rinsed out, we had a peace festival which caused no end of bitching and treachery, dust devils hurled themselves about the gritty streets and I walked on with dirt in my teeth and a bliss bomb in my pocket. … More Bliss. Bomb!
Rumours of aliens, of lost ancient treasure, of the keys to the secrets of the universe have brought a new breed of day tripper to the island of the Gods. … More Aliens, spies, lost treasure and villains… is there a gold rush in the Bali hills?