How to get evicted from an Ubud bar…

A bloke with an exceptionally long plait is occupying the seat next to me. I can't stop looking at it. I want to touch it. I'm in a bar in Ubud though, so touching it would probably be quite inappropriate I suppose, not least because I'm sober and it's a distinguished literary event attended by a very serious crowd. This plait is one of the glossy kind, the lustrous, luscious flowing cluster of ever-blossoming and blooming follicles that makes women...Read More

Next time, I’ll do it myself…

I’ve really got to stop having these "just surprise me" haircuts. Every time I’ve thought about cutting my own fringe on my travels I’ve thought, no Becky, this is a time in which you are meeting lots of new people, heaps of new friends and contacts... make an effort and get it done it properly. But every time the hairdresser slides that little black plastic cape off my shoulders and stands back proudly to admire her work I think, OH...Read More