My taxi driver thought I had a deathwish. I didn't know where he'd dropped me, I still don't know, but it was the greatest spectacle to be a part of.
Poems | Travel | 2023That phrase bugs me on UK railways. There was little to be called pleasant, and less that would be.
Poems | Travel | 2023The overnight coach from Victoria to Newcastle is a special kind of ugly.
Poems | Travel | 2023The cost of ownership of electric cars doesn't include the amount of shit food you get to buy while you wait in service stations.
Poems | Relationships, Travel | 2023I love service stations. The transience and transient. At 3am they're a melting pot for curious characters.
Poems | Travel | 2023Mount Fuji is beautiful ... from a distance. Unfortunately the etiquette laden Tomoe-kan rest huts had chucked rivers of trash from their back doors.
Poems | Travel, Existence | 2023The driver must've been on his last job, because that man flew through the countryside.
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