I’ve moved into a working hostel in Northern Victoria – snagging a job in the brief few weeks that farms allowed new backpackers in before slamming their doors shut once more due to coronavirus spikes.
But two weeks ago, that ground to a halt, and this social butterfly retreated into a cocoon.
What no one had mentioned, yet what is all over the internet, was how ridiculous the weather is down here.
When I was 18, my host mother sat a new dish in front of me and in Slovak urged me to eat. The entire family looked at me, smiling in … Continue reading Thailand: a nomad story
Somewhere along the lines I think my name blended into Alice, and I just rolled with it. Sawadee ka! I bowed my head to my pressed palms.
A year is not enough time. But oh, what a year it was…
Three sides to every story, see
What happened, not so clear
But each believes wholeheartedly
Tall standing, free of fear
I have not been a useful blogger in these last months, but then again, I don’t know if that matters.
But this is his battle, this is his war. This is his generation.
I can’t wait for right now.