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Author: Lavinia Spalding    |    May 18th, 2009      Posted in: Writing Away - The Book

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I haven’t watched the water go down the drain the wrong way yet, but we did look at the stars last night and Orion’s belt was upside down. Could that be right or were we just drunk?
Jen Castle in Mona Vale, NSW, Australia

Hot, sweaty, manual labor—but rewarding. There is excitement in the camp. I’ve been told they flood the paddies tomorrow, that and we dine on “rice rats?”
Keli Rivers in Guangzhou, China

Our host killed a seal last night. I feel the same intrigue and distaste as when a hunter offered me the horn of a narwhal as a gift or another man told me that the great snowy owl was some of the best meat.
Kasha Rigby at Clyde River, Baffin Island, preparing for a month north on the Arctic.

After sinking in a speedboat with a Toyota engine on the back that had us hurling ourselves down the Mekong River at 60 mph, I think I have the right to be miserable.
Erin Melcher in Luang Prabang, Laos

The ticket taker lifts the lever for the door…and PUSHES us off the train as it is pulling away from the station! Never thought I’d have to jump from a moving train.
Alison Stephan in Cinque Terre, Italy

Next thing we knew, she was waving a dead chicken at me, screaming. The person passing us told us we had just been cursed.
Erica Hilton in Arequipa, Peru

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  1. Flemming Bo Jensen says: Wednesday, 22 July, 2009 at 1:27 am top image

    This town blows my mind. It is Bangkok 100 years ago. I seem to blow a few minds myself. Had I landed in a spaceship, I could not have attracted any more attention. Tall blonde scandinavians are not an everyday sight here!

    Flemming Bo Jensen in Pangkalan Bun, Borneo, Indonesia

  2. Fred Berktin says: Wednesday, 22 July, 2009 at 2:13 pm top image

    To meet the bus to go on a 32 km hike we had 15 minutes and we missed our last exit in Canada and ended up at the border, made a U turn and the Canadian border Guard, although we were not coming in from the States only making a U turn to get back wouldn’t let us in with no proof of Citizenship…and since we were just going on hiking all we had was drivers licences one expired..LOL

  3. Debbie S. Raymond says: Friday, 24 July, 2009 at 1:55 am top image

    As we walked along the beach at low tide, we noticed that everyone walked in a slouchy, bent way – with their eyes fixed on the sand at water’s edge. We later learned they were collecting shells – shelling, and their posture had a name: the “Sanibel Stoop.”

    Debbie Raymond on Sanibel Island on Florida’s Gulf Coast

  4. Simon says: Wednesday, 19 August, 2009 at 5:52 am top image

    A good friend and I were invited to have a fish supper by our Chuukese dive guides. The fish in question they’d speared that day, when they were supposed to be keeping an eye on us funnily enough. The deal was, they cooked the fish, we brought the beers.
    So we went along to the barbeque, at the side of our hotel, by the water’s edge, had delicious fish, heard some great stories, made fun of the American Dive manager and drank lots of beer. Brian finished a beer and asked me “where’s the bin?” I looked down at the rubbish we were surrounded by and replied “we’re standing in it!”

    Simon – Chuuk Micronesia

  5. jennycee says: Monday, 28 September, 2009 at 9:14 pm top image

    Then lunch on the wharf, in a very shi-shi restaurant; Michael couldn’t get a booking but we arrived early and were given a cancellation. We each paid $200. Holy hell. Happy Birthday. It was Asian fusion seafoody, very good and tons of it. Wine and champagne, too. The good 4 1/2 hour lunch… we waddled into the wharf apartments to the security guard, who gave us a key to Anabelle’s place. There we drank more wine, more bubbles, then more wine. Ate Indian food from Sydney’s best and I lay myself on the couch around 11, sooo done, good and tired, while the rest of the gang went on till about 130 a.m.
    Next day we traipsed around downtown Sydney, eating and drinking, though no booze till nighttime.

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