Are you in an area not particularly susceptible to the wrath of Poseidon as an 8.7 earthquake strikes off the coast of a nearby nation? Thailand’s Ao Nang to Indonesia’s Sumatra perhaps? click here to find out how to make your tsunami a fun-ami, also pictures. They’re better than the puns, honest.
For a few days around this time of year every year, the streets of Thailand run red with the blood of the innocent and deserving alike. Well, blood, or water that mixed with some red colouring along the way. It could be any other colour or even remain crystal clear (unlikely-ly) but that wouldn’t be as dramatic now would it? No. click here to get wet, visually
I previously had a post and some words about my time in Austria and the visit to the top of Mt. Hafelekar, but rummaging through my books i found this bunch of words and I felt obliged to throw it up here. Read it maybe, or just look at my right foot (it’s the good one). click here for….do you really need a reason?
I rarely mess with photographs to unrealistic levels, almost never in fact. But tiring of the constant bluey …..click here to find out what blueyness irks me, also a gif!
I’m not very Indian. My passport has three tigers (or a three headed tiger, i can’t remember) on it, i have a tolerance (if not penchant) for spicy food, my skin is fairly tan, and when i sweat there might be a faint scent of curry; but i’m not very Indian (though to be fair, i’m not very anything) . ……click here for more disassociating ramblings and then a bunch of pictures to help take your mind off it
Lines. Everywhere in India, you find lines. Sit within it and it seems like the chaotic rush of a tidal wave, but should you be able to pull away enough, and look back upon it, there is an unspoken harmony that operates within borders; lines. click here for a few more lines on…..lines i guess. Also pictures of lines!