The Unreality of the Taj Mahal

We came out of New Delhi airport just after midnight and it felt like the world had ended. Smog hung so low in the sky that even the taxi rank was hazy. It smelled like burning plastic. We were immediately descended upon by a flesh-hungry swarm of taxi drivers. After protesting to the driver who… Continue reading The Unreality of the Taj Mahal

A Cambodian Horror Story: Phnom Penh’s Killing Fields and S-21

It’s been a long time since I was last here. After my last post, I made it as far as Australia and then I went back home to England in deepest darkest December where I felt totally and utterly deserted by the sun. After Christmas, I went to France and I broke my wrist on… Continue reading A Cambodian Horror Story: Phnom Penh’s Killing Fields and S-21