The only thing more annoying than pillocks heading off on a Gap Year are the inevitable stories of eating snake heart in Hanoi and connecting with 'something primal'. Look, I just don't want to bloody hear it, ok?
“Don’t stay out after dark or the ghost of See Uey will eat you.”, was a refrain in 60s Thailand, this book extract investigates the Cannibal turned supernatural legend...
Not your average Sunday evening: whiling away the weekend watching Thai boxers kick the shit out of each other and pondering my own chances in the ring...
You want ace chips, massive mini-bar, superb bed and a blinding view. Livestock on room service is optional. Everything you need to know about great hotels.
As much as we love dossing in a field, drinking flat cider and listening to the latest indie warblings, there's a whole lot more to the festival experience. Food fight anyone?