People often ask me, “So, what do you do for work?” And I always answer: “Nothing.” Yes, nothing. This response sometimes annoys immigration officers when I...
Running the marathon was never the hardest part. Getting the visas was. My passport made every start line a battlefield, but I kept showing up anyway.
Everyone thought I was brilliant as a child, and I never really understood the fuss. I was just me, nothing particularly extraordinary. But as I grew...
Why must every good thing come to an end? As my bus pulls away from the neon chaos of Pattaya and heads toward the quieter shores...
My passport may not open many doors, but my determination kicks the doors open. Every trip I take is a story of resistance, resilience and reclaiming...
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