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  • 148. The middle of the middle

    148. The middle of the middle

    There’s a particular kind of humility that comes from being assigned seat 28E. The middle. The mathematical centre of other people’s discomfort, for thirteen hours, from Los Angeles to Aotearoa. To my right: a woman whose body had simply outgrown the architecture around it (and the bones buried within it). Her flesh pressed warmly against…

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  • 64. Note to self: breathe

    We caught a supershuttle to the retreat. Trevor knew a lot about the area he’d lived in all his life. As well as all the Nelson hotspots and historical highlights, he also handily gave us directions to the cop shop should we go clubbing and get in a spot of bother. Nelson can kick up…

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  • 63. Fast. No food.

    I am packing tonight, again I am packing. Tomorrow I am heading to Nelson with a friend to take on a Seven Day Fast at something called a Wellness Centre.  Seven days, no eating.  Our diet will apparently consist of juices, supplements and  herbs. We will be dry brushing. We will be gently walking. We…

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  • 62. Making friends with an anticlimax.

    Three vouchers, four queues and a minivan  later and we find ourselves resident in a Day Room at a hotel, somewhere near Kuala Lumpur. It’s enormous, this hotel. Enormous. Four pavilions. And the architects are having a right old laugh, they must be.  “Let’s throw as many different luxe surfaces together as we can in…

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  • 61. The bigger the hotel, the fatter the guest.

    Ten things I’ve learned on this Asian experience with my boy: Leopards are pretty scary when they’re strolling past your open top jeep and looking you in the eye It’s important to manually date stamp every form and ticket, preferably with some force The bigger the hotel, the fatter the guest Arabic women have the…

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  • 60. Sometimes standing up for yourself involves lying down.

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  • 59. My relationship with sand.

    It’s complicated. Not that we’ve broken up six times, then got married, then broke up again, then hooked up again or anything like that. But I’m never sure where I stand with sand. I mean I love it, don’t get me wrong. Standing on sand means you’re not needed anywhere else in the main. You’re…

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