Morbid curiosity spawned from too many trashy reality shows and bizarre documentaries had drawn me to Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah & the Mormon headquarters of the world. Read more
Category Archives: Gonzo
It took about a week to realise that I’d travelled across the world to arrive at what was essentially the American version of my hometown.
Toowoomba, meet Simi Valley. Read more
I was 22 and I was a lone traveler driving a Dodge Caravan that had survived 14 years on this earth before it encountered me. That day I was with a guy I’d met on Santa Monica Boulevard a week or two before. He’d made “The Whip” the permanent home of his surf board just a few days after I’d asked him for a light. Read more
Outside the strip joints you’ll find slick, stone-faced business men in navy suits and shiny sunglasses brushing past scaly, Kmart-clad sex workers. Duck inside and you’ll see a stream of Sydney’s beautiful (or at least passable) girls and boys writhing and smiling on the laps of frivolous men.
A surplus of crumpled betting slips, free pencils, bad pizzas, scavenged butts, $6.50 Tim Tams and overpriced drinks can all also be found in this proverbial Pleasure Island, but that’s pretty much it.
Kings Cross is not really a tourist destination.
It’s a seedy morning at the transit centre. For as long as I can remember Roma Street Transit Centre has had these mirrors all around the escalator, casting vicious reflective judgement upon you as you make your way, tired and desperate, up to the inevitable McDonalds lunch that awaits.