สอง. Rubies and Rucksacks

We came alongside a tuk-tuk containing a large Western man. He lay limp in the back. A woman was screaming.

Enam. Escape to Singapore

I had been warned how dangerous Jakarta was, but after six months of travel I had become complacent.

The deaths peaked in 1991 when almost five hundred died that year out of a population of 606,901.

I know in my heart of hearts that it’s me blocking myself, not a bossman on the other side.