Death By Cubicle
As I drag myself out of bed for yet another unproductive, unfulfilling day, I have to wonder when it will all end. How long will it be before I can walk out of my prison cell for the last time?
Torre DeRoche is the author of two travel memoirs, Love with a Chance of Drowning (2013) and The Worrier’s Guide to the End of the World (due out September 2017). She has written for The Atlantic, The Guardian Travel, The Sydney Morning Herald, Emirates, and two Lonely Planet anthologies.
A Storm Of Trouble
We were in the middle of the Egyptian desert and the day had been perfect, so when we saw electrical storms on the horizon, we figured it was a pretty scene over the dunes. I woke up just after sundown to find that rain was flooding the road ahead of us …
Um … What Is That Thing Doing In My Pants?
Warning: despite the innocent nature of this post, images below may be unsuitable for minors, prudes and office workers …
Chased By A Bear
“Go, Davy, go!” I screamed in terror. “He’s chasing you! Pedal fast!” Only moments ago, the 300 pound black bear had been standing a mere four feet from my side. Now, I stood, rooted in place, and watched it chase my ten-year-old son down the road …
Burning Ring Of Fire
The pressure turns to fire deep up inside me. Something is splitting, and the pain shoots through my entire body. There is nothing in the world at this point but me and the fire in my belly …
Laughing In The Face Of Death
I think about death a lot – like, all-the-freaking-time a lot. I think about death as much as most people think about fun, happy, pleasurable things. (Like petting puppies! I was talking about puppies! What did you think I was talking about, sicko?)
A City On Fire
As with any great adventure, it began with a carefully orchestrated plan. Funds carefully procured and squirreled away, third-world-travel immunisation shots and pills carefully administered, maps carefully studied and marked up …
Tiny Killer
“Holy Sh*t I’m going to die!” are words that have crossed my mind many, many times on my last two bike rides from London to Cape Town via the Middle East and from Korea to Cape Town via the Axis of Evil. I got shot at in Afghanistan, knocked off my bicycle (lots) by taxi drivers in South Africa …
A Face Not Even A Mother Could Love
From as early as I can remember, my mother would say to me, “You’re not just a pretty face, Chicken Lips.” I was always utterly heartbroken to hear this. “But I am a pretty face,” I’d whimper back, my bottom lip aquiver. Being only three, I didn’t understand …
A Google Emergency
Doctors. Who needs ’em? They always hold you up in drab waiting rooms and they’re expensive, not to mention judgemental. Follow these steps to insure you’ll never need a doctor again …
