Author name: Alex Mercer

The Wi-Fi died at 11pm in a Chiang Mai guesthouse. I watched a guy in the corner start crying over […]

The hospital receptionist in Chiang Mai slid a bill across the counter: 47,000 baht. Roughly £1,050. The night before, I’d

I once paid £11 for a flight from London to Budapest. Not a typo. Not a voucher trick. Eleven pounds,

The smoke off a charcoal grill on Hanoi’s Nguyen Huu Huan street hits you before you see it — lemongrass,

I once watched a German guy in a Tbilisi hostel spend forty minutes repacking a 70-litre backpack just to find

The shutter on my $40 second-hand Canon clicked. The man selling grilled corn on the bank of the Ganges looked

The smell hits you before the view does. Somewhere between burnt rosemary and wet stone — that particular Portuguese scent

The man at the bus station in Guatemala City wanted 200 quetzales for a ticket that cost 40. I knew

The smell hits you before the heat does: fish sauce, diesel, jasmine, something sweet frying in oil, all of it

The rain in Kotor hit like a fire hose at 6am. I was crouched under a bakery awning with a