Thursday, 15 May 2014 | Views [191] | Scholarship Entry
A great leap from the perpetual summer in my southern homeland, the icy Nagasaki wind snaps through my scarf and licks into my neck. I look down at my legs, moving by means of minuscule tremors to make their way into the house of Mr Glover. It’s 1861 ... Read more >
Tags: 2014 Travel Writing Scholarship - Euro Roadtrip
