In the first of his column for Litro, debut author Polis Loui
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“You westerners! You have too much fear!” he said. “You need to let loose. You know, like the Indian way. Here we don’t worry. Here, no problem!”
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One night, I overheard the following conversation between two women. In a hostel room in downtown London, they met for the first and last time, and they started exchanging polite ...
Read part one of “Lulim Lalai: The Power of Life In Country” here … and part two here.
Visiting the caves
When the time is right ...
Read part one of “Lulim Lalai: The Power of Life In Country” here.
The Wanjinas created everything
Isobel’s country, along with other parts of the Kimberley, is famous for ...
In this part of the world there is a Dry season – during which I’m visiting – and a Wet season so severe that cyclones are regular visitors…
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I spied some kind of hawk as we landed in the dark green of Derry. I nudged my secret fiancé: Yes, secret fiancé, like in a nineteenth century novel (we’re ...
My mother led the way. A tiny lady, full of fire and gusto. She loved this: walking, telling stories, her son home for the holidays.
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I’m too big for the seat. The flight attendant nods and drops the extension in my lap. I snap it into place. My elbow cramps the Englishman’s. I have an ...
A man with two teeth sells me my bus ticket. I know it is the correct bus because of the colour, crayon box green; a fleet of green buses is ...
In Baghdad, there is a street that is famous for its many book shops and it’s named after the greatest Arab poet of all time, Al-Mutanabbi.
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It was night-time when I arrived in Amritsar. The driver swore that the gated villa he had pulled up to was Mrs Bhandari’s Guesthouse although it seemed more like the ...
My first memory of Ecuador was the expansive hills which soared hundreds of feet above us on either side and followed us along the road after we left the airport.
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At Shakespeare & Company in Paris, myths and legends reside quietly beside an ocean of books lining those fabled shelves.
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My body resonated with the rhythm of the train, pushing me into my thin, questionable mattress. Old sweat sealed my skin to the fabric.
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We climbed back into the boat and headed back to the docks below Kintamani. I offered both Nymonas a cigarette and smoked one of my own. The sun was settling ...
The Crown at Burchett looks unassuming from the outside: the old brewery owned sign still hangs by the road belying its idiosyncratic and independent existence, wilfully not quite anywhere and ...
The Artist tenderly drew up plans to create a luscious place of meditation in the city; a living temple dedicated to elegance and serenity. A place of tranquillity, and of ...
You may think it’s rural, wild or too slow, but Newfoundland is a rough gem; miles and miles of virgin lands, fir trees that surround the small towns sprinkled around ...
Rio de Janerio is an opera stage of mirth and tragedy, outrageous sets: the splendid, grandiose architecture of the rich against a background of favelas, filthy slums that spill down ...