I was wandering peripateticly (as you do,) and came across this staircase, it looked green and inviting so I accepted the invitation and up I went I did. Past this beautiful flower and this sleepy guy, (sssshhhh, come on, lets tippy toe past him). Up up to the corner and around the bend, walking, walking, […]Read More Muzium Telekom
A bar, somewhere in Malaysia. The Tiger was flowing, the whisky and water was going down nicely. Surprising No ? We in the West have been told over and over again that colonialism was an unalloyed evil that we should be thoroughly ashamed of. Not so, it seems. Warning. A political diatribe follows. If […]Read More Colonialism (according to some of the formerly colonised) and some freedom of speech issues it raises.
Can erstwhile PM and full time nerd K Rudd be following us ? Is he in deep cover throughout SE Asia on some covert mission for the UN trying to scrape those last few votes together ? Certainly at one stage he seemed to be taking on the physical shape of Gareth-Gareth Evans, Australia’s other […]Read More Rudd-anoia
I was upset when I arrived in Ipoh. Uncle Peter was dying. Kristen was in Adelaide. It was hot and sweaty. My hotel had run out of beer. Everything seemed to be closed. Places that said they were open were closed. It was pissing me off big time. I contemplated leaving straight away. Then it […]Read More Ipoh, Malaysia
The opium trade wasn’t just about “evil” Britishers imposing their terrible and implacable will upon child like and helpless asians. Some Indians were forced to grow opium, others made enormous profits from it. There is nothing childlike about Asian people, particularly the Chinese, or for that matter the Indians. They are, and always have been, […]Read More Opium, not of, but for the people