Nine Miles – It’s Gonna Be Alright

Originally published in Collective Voice Magazine

Collective Voice Magazine

As the launch date for The Collective Voice Lifestyle Magazine drew closer, the jabber and din within the writers’ camp grew to a defining roar. The excited discussions about inaugural posts and first articles were fervent. So many angles, so many viewpoints, and here I was, dear readers, your hero, with NO clear direction to in which to head. Everyone else was piously pitching ideas, bandying concepts; encouragement and suggestions abound. Such a diverse collective we are, the writers at The Collective Voice are from all around the world…all of us unique individuals…miles apart, yet drawn together…and thinking about that, the wheels began to turn.

Read on Macduff…

5.00 avg. rating (99% score) - 1 vote

Christmas Wishes and Ladyboy Kisses, Yuletide Trauma in Thailand.

Have you ever woken up in the morning and it’s not? It’s clearly, albeit somewhat foggy, night?  The Little Drummer Boy is making like John Bonham and playing Moby Dick on your frontal lobe?  Have you ever woken up in your own bed, but it’s not? You’re clearly, albeit somewhat foggily, in Bangkok?  It must have been the eggnog, ya?  When your last clear memory is sitting in Chili’s in Calcutta eating chicken wings… Then wham, bam, thank you ma’am…Merry Christmas from Thailand……what to do, what to do, what to do? Suck it up, grab a shower and go to the night market, dude!

Read on Macduff…

4.67 avg. rating (94% score) - 3 votes

Hamburg, Tor zur Welt

Just before I start to recount any story about Hamburg, there is a pause, a smile, as I am momentarily lost in my own reminiscence. We were destined for love, Hamburg and I. Long before I ever stepped foot off the train, I knew she would be the girl for me. I thought of Hamburg as a seedy tart, a wild and sinful city, full of reckless abandon. Sex and drugs and rock and roll! Debauchery at its finest, at its most pure, and I was right (Danke Gott). But I was to learn she was so much more. So very, very much more.  Hamburg isn’t  a tart…she’s a lady.

Read on Macduff…

5.00 avg. rating (99% score) - 3 votes

Cozumel My Love Pt. 2

Part Two

The first order of business while heading south along Quintana Roo C1, was to gawk at the cruise ships. They truly are a marvel. I’m not a cruise guy myself, but they sure are something to look at. The downside to cruise ships of course, if you’re staying in the vicinity of a port area, is that as soon as they dock and the hordes of cruisers come ashore all lathered in suntan lotion, sporting straw hats and dark sunglasses in Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts, clicking everything that moves with their Nikons (yep, I’ve been known to don this veneer myself…too often in fact), the prices in all the shops tend to triple.

Read on Macduff…

5.00 avg. rating (99% score) - 2 votes

Cozumel My love. Pt. 1

 

Islands, I’ve seen a few. But then again, not too few to mention. (Sorry Frank) But it is true, I’m a bit of an island addict. One of my most treasured self indulgences is crawling all over some culturally rich and colourful archipelago with a water bottle and camera. I’ve explored some so small they were little more than a spit of land with a tree. Literally while standing in the middle, on a very low lying hill, you can see both coasts. There have been some so large I couldn’t mange to cover them all in a jeep with a full tank of fuel and a guide. But I dig them, each and every one. Islands are like past lovers; each is special, each with their own set of memories, sweet and sour; distinct moments in time that harbor their own individual fragrances, melodies and flavor.  One such jewel in my memories box is Cozumel…..

Read on Macduff…

5.00 avg. rating (99% score) - 2 votes