What follows is a tale of youth and misadventure. Follow the voyages of a bohemian from a warehouse in London, through a succession of strange hotels, hostels and huts around the world, from living on a beach teaching scuba diving in Malaysia, and a warehouse in North London, to searching the dirty underbelly of South Africa.
Includes…
--a brief tour of pre-9/11 America
- A Rock Diary exploring the adventures of a gigging band in London
- A journey all around South Asia, covering scuba diving, riding a horse up a mountain, an unexpected wedding, and all sorts of strange meetings
- The reverse emigration of an Englishman moving to South African
- Collected local journalism from Durban, covering the clubs, crime, politics and overall strangeness of SA.
I was fortunate to travel when the internet was first disrupting traditional agencies, making everything astonishingly cheap.
Aside from name changes and corrections, it is largely unedited. This may be imprudent, but this book is a love song to a way of life and a moment in time, and to change it would be to detract from it. There’s a lot that my now-older elf is a little (or a lot) embarrassed by, but then that’s the nature of youth; it wouldn’t be honest if I removed all the bits that made me look like a self-aggrandizing, overly nervous fool. Still, I loved it, every minute. From living in a warehouse in London to huts on the beach in Malaysia and tiny fortresses in South Africa, it chronicles a modern Grand Tour.
In fact, much of this is the lesser companion of my actual travel diary, a handwritten journal (this was in the days before ubiquitous devices) called 3000 smokes, in which I detailed the time, place, and circumstances of every cigarette, shisha, pipe or other smokable I had. That was driven by a basic understanding – that smoking is one of the most fascinating social experiments. Travelling involves a lot of waiting around, and smoking is the punctuation in many journeys. Whether you’re getting off the bus for five minutes to stretch your legs, rolling a smoke in your hammock, or pulling on a shisha, they’re the perfect moments to reflect.
Not, of course, that there’s all that much reflection in here…
What follows is a tale of youth and misadventure. Follow the voyages of a bohemian from a warehouse in London, through a succession of strange hotels, hostels and huts around the world, from living on a beach teaching scuba diving in Malaysia, and a warehouse in North London, to searching the dirty underbelly of South Africa.
Includes…
--a brief tour of pre-9/11 America
- A Rock Diary exploring the adventures of a gigging band in London
- A journey all around South Asia, covering scuba diving, riding a horse up a mountain, an unexpected wedding, and all sorts of strange meetings
- The reverse emigration of an Englishman moving to South African
- Collected local journalism from Durban, covering the clubs, crime, politics and overall strangeness of SA.
I was fortunate to travel when the internet was first disrupting traditional agencies, making everything astonishingly cheap.
Aside from name changes and corrections, it is largely unedited. This may be imprudent, but this book is a love song to a way of life and a moment in time, and to change it would be to detract from it. There’s a lot that my now-older elf is a little (or a lot) embarrassed by, but then that’s the nature of youth; it wouldn’t be honest if I removed all the bits that made me look like a self-aggrandizing, overly nervous fool. Still, I loved it, every minute. From living in a warehouse in London to huts on the beach in Malaysia and tiny fortresses in South Africa, it chronicles a modern Grand Tour.
In fact, much of this is the lesser companion of my actual travel diary, a handwritten journal (this was in the days before ubiquitous devices) called 3000 smokes, in which I detailed the time, place, and circumstances of every cigarette, shisha, pipe or other smokable I had. That was driven by a basic understanding – that smoking is one of the most fascinating social experiments. Travelling involves a lot of waiting around, and smoking is the punctuation in many journeys. Whether you’re getting off the bus for five minutes to stretch your legs, rolling a smoke in your hammock, or pulling on a shisha, they’re the perfect moments to reflect.
Not, of course, that there’s all that much reflection in here…
Escapades: Tales of Adventure and foolishness from Texas to Thailand
Escapades: Tales of Adventure and foolishness from Texas to Thailand
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940153019703 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Danny H Jorgensen |
| Publication date: | 05/02/2016 |
| Series: | Eightfold Path |
| Sold by: | Smashwords |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 854 KB |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |