I’ve been back from Malaysia a week, and Perth has cast its usual amnesic spell – feels already as if I haven’t been away. It had been so long since I had been overseas that friends were actually congratulating me on taking the plunge and getting away!
In fact, I am probably more widely travelled than anyone I know, having spent two years on the road backpacking and doing it rough back in my late 20s, hitchhiking around the UK and Europe, sleeping in youth hostels and cheap hotels, on the beach in Crete for a grubby feral week and even in parks in France – a miserable experience that permanently dispelled the romantic notions of the bum life that Orwell had nurtured in me in his compelling work, Down and Out In Paris and London. Continue reading Malaysia! Why Malaysia?
Alas, I must leave you for a short time, my multitudinous readership. Tomorrow, I fly out to Singapore and from there will be travelling through Malaysia, with the possibility of a few days in Krabi, Thailand (depending on the deals available in Kuala Lumpur). But already, too much information. After all, no one is really interested in another’s travels, are they?
I will be gone 3 weeks, but may pop in to report on this or that, providing either is worthy of the effort.
I had intended to post a blog nominating Adam Selwood for SNAG of the Year, but the AFL tribunal decided he didn’t say what he was reported as saying, and thereby removed him from contention for that coveted award.
But I must away…
The standard of Perth journalism can be pretty shabby, with the gong for consistently tacky reporting and poop writing awarded without hesitation to independent community paper, The Vincent Voice – no competition comes close in my spasmodic local newspaper reading experience. However, this weekend’s Weekend Extra (the features liftout supplement that comes in Saturday’s West Australian newspaper) served up some crud that is worthy of special remark. Continue reading Perth Boy Conquers Freezing Melbourne in PJs