The bed almost filled the room. It had a single white sheet, and it looked clean, but along one panelled wall, at waist height, was a single row of holes.
Category Archives: Journal
Travel stories with a journal entry.
Epilogue
There were indeed a number of mudslides after Helen eventually turned into a typhoon. And tragically, on the mainland itself, there were a few deaths.
สอง. Rubies and Rucksacks
At one stop, we came alongside a tuk-tuk containing a large Western man. He lay limp in the back. A woman was screaming. She was German. Originally appeared in the Dec 2025 edition of Five on the Fifth magazine.
Enam. Escape to Singapore
I had dozed off when the bus came to a stop at its bay. The passenger doors were already open, and I couldn’t see my day pack. But things don’t go missing, right?