Six months of Global Prowling concludes in Greece, passing through pre-riotous Athens and making a final stop in Melbourne for the International Jazz Festival where Sonny Rollins teaches the Golden Rule.
Perhaps more than any other world city, Istanbul transforms with the seasons. In this kaleidoscopic city, thriving and chaotic, cosmopolitan with entrenched provincial colour, you sometimes feel like you’re at the centre of the world.
Under springtime sun the city of Tbilisi is as delightful as an Italian renaissance town, but when the clouds are black it's a decayed Oriental-Soviet underworld stinking of cold mud and acrid cigarette smoke.
While prowling the globe for artist-friendly cities, your correspondent finds himself the only vegan at a Madrid bullfight, hunting for Stolchlickoff vodka in the streets of Barcelona, and getting fleeced in Paris.
From the fado taverns of Alfama to the legendary cafes of Chaida, the Global Prowlers explore Western Europe´s most welcoming city. "What a happening, undiscovered city," I said to Clare as we walked back to our hostel. "Do you think we could move to Lisbon?"
A Mexican dispatch, by the sea and on the road with students, musicians, actors, wild children, and juggling LSD dealers. On the backpacker trail from Cancún to Mérida, we discovered we were not the only ones on a global prowl.
How do artists get their work done in other cities of the world? Where is it viable to live? It's probably silly to begin our investigation in New York. Just 30 years ago, New York was still opening its arms to the tired, poor, huddled masses of creatives. But now?
How do writers, painters, filmmakers, and musicians get by in other cities of the world? Asprey and his partner, priced out of Sydney, hoist their backpacks and set off for a trip around the world -- on an artist's budget — to find out.