Sandwiches Should NEVER Taste Like Cow Crap
Kicking off with a dedication to Wile E. Coyote and a preface detailing a sweaty encounter with the Delhi Dog Shit Man, Sandwiches Should NEVER Taste Like Cow Crap winds its way from the mad order of Japan & Korea to the aK-47 fuelled lawlessness of Vietnam and Cambodia to the dusty roads of East Africa and finally to the spiritual hypermart that is India.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Preface
JAPAN AND KOREA
Pachinko Balls
Tani House
The Disgruntled Expatriates Club
Tatami Dragon Lady II
Paper Cranes and Atomic Bombs
Down Unzens Throat
Crooked Teeth
Osaka Tuesdays
Typhoon Interpol
Lost in Translation
Left Sister, Right Sister
CAMBODIA AND VIETNAM
Welcome to the Jungle
Year Zero
Ghost Hotel
Machete Sandwich
Life Aboard the Flying Dragon
The Dog Lick, Coconut Bomb, Dead Goose Beer Fest
Wheel’s on Fire…
Now They Come in Buses!
One Hundred Hours in the Hanoi Hilton
The DMZ Freeway
DJIBOUTI, ETHIOPIA, KENYA & ZANZIBAR
Don Muang to Eternity
E.T. Phone Home
Chewing the Chat
All Aboard the Bullet Train
Filthy Beasts
Addis to the Blue Nile
In the Hands of Abraham
Eritrean Dreaming
Angels and Demons
Seven Days, Six Fingers, and Five AK-47’s
Please Don’t Blow Up the Bus
White Sands, Dark Nights
NEPAL, INDIA & THE MALDIVES
In the Grip of Inshallah
Even Saddhus Need a Vacation
How Much Do You Know About Mother Ganges?
Guru Shmuru
The Great Railway Bizarre
Pamplona, Rajastan
Cow Crap Sandwiches
Rats Gone Wild
Golden Temples and Dalai Lamas
The High Road
Altitude Attitude
Lightless in Little Tibet
Into Thin Air
Beware The Delhi Dog Shit Man
Ganesh is My Copilot
Freaks to Geeks and the End of India
Tea With Tattoo
(No Subject)
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
There’s a Cockroach On My Pillow
