Chaktomok Dance Club
"Tonight, we go dance, and go music." So, it was decided by Buhn, my Cambodian friend. Night falls quickly over Phnom Penh and with it the tempo of the city changes. Under cover of dark it appears to take itself less seriously.
What’s Your Beef?
“Back in the day,” and someone begins to reminiscence of good times past. Well back in the day, the early 1930s in fact, a group of cattlemen recognised the need for a breed to suit the Australian environment, Today,…
Drowning in Success
Everyone knows Venice, La Serenissima, the most serene, is sinking. Furthermore, it’s been happening for centuries. Seduced at an early age, stories of a floating city beguiled my imagination.
Howl Down the Moon (Pt 3)
She stepped gingerly off the Number 8 tram onto icy Toorak Road pulling her oversized dun coloured topcoat tightly around her frail body. Whipped by the biting winter wind as it swirled up and down this part of South Yarra she braced herself for the walk to her room at the YWCA.
Howl Down the Moon (Pt 2)
The sun, barely risen, has staked its claim on being another stinker of a day. She woke blurry eyed, shivering and cramped having finally fallen asleep on the bare planks of the back veranda.