

The Nazi Copper of Zermatt
‘Even ze Queen of England would have to pay,’ he said with cold blue eyes narrowing further. My plea for reasoning was just hardening his...


The Road to Trinidad, Part 1: The Spiders of Sapecho
I was told about Sapecho by the old cleaning lady of my La Paz hotel. I’d got so fucked off with my guidebook that I’d thrown it away....


The Road to Trinidad, Part 2: The Flying Funeral Party
A little green bird landed on my head, then hopped onto my finger, trembling as it chirped away, trying to tell me something. On my...


The Road to Trinidad, Part 3: The Drowned Land
Never in my life had I seen so many mosquitoes. A blizzard of the bloodsuckers swarmed into the naked street lamps above, wave after wave...

