By three in the afternoon, after one Bintang too many, I was absolutely smashed and feared that trying to stand may end badly.

He seemed like he was baiting me to ask, like he wanted me to know his troubles but wanted me to ask first.

Anyone can do the wrong thing if they really want to.

I think that Richard was more of a one-girl-for-the-rest-of-your-life-marry-and-make-a-family kind of guy.

All you young Aussies just want to fuck and get fucked up, no?

He was the organised traveller type. The type that has to know the top ten tourist spots in a country and the five best ways to get to them.