4.30am. Get up after 5 hours of sleep. For some reason, it’s easier than dragging myself out of bed at 7am. 5.15am. Our tour bus leaves La Paz for Oruro. I get some sleep. 9am. We take our seats at the stands on Avenida 6 de agosto (aka Avenida Folclórica). Parade’s already begun, other stands are gradually filling up, sun is out. Partly what you’d expect … Continue reading Carnaval Act I: Oruro
Well, the world is changing and so too the nature of friendship with it. Often we say social media has transformed the way humans interact with each other – everything is simultaneously more immediate and more fleeting. This is true not only in business and in politics, but also in the very nature of what we call friendship. Thanks to Facebook I can call someone a “friend” … Continue reading Disposability: Friends ForEVER or For NOW?
I dose up on adrenaline to dull the pain of your absence – well, of mine, I should say since I’m the one who’s far away Fuels me through to 0530 hours before I feel the water round my neck drowning in a sea of colliding bodies of youthful fawning and clichés realise it’s all a little sordid that I am bruised and bored of it … Continue reading New Year’s Day, 0546 hours
That dress Off the plane and into foreign arms Heart aflame with remembered love This greeting is polite yet cool But you – You and your sequined dress Upon those hills, your hills You lie there, beautiful But my mind is elsewhere I wake to your blue eyes Your limitlessly sunny smile You are beaming Oh you – You and your dust red dress Upon … Continue reading That dress / Know Delay
Hola, Lojita – nice to see you, again It’s like I never left. On the surface neither you nor I have changed much, although beyond the skin deep there has been transformation in the both of us. The 13 months I was away flew by – and yet it was more than a whole year of life, of growth and learning, of tears and laughter. It’s like I … Continue reading Loja Reloaded: Return to the Andes
If I could choose two words to describe Washington, D.C., they would be EMPIRE and EXTRAVAGANCE. Perhaps they are two words that historically have gone hand in hand: the latter both reinforces and is a projection (and perhaps a symptom) of the former. In twentieth century history and politics classes we often discussed the USA’s imperial character. All the monuments and memorials I saw in DC last week seemed … Continue reading Two words for Washington
Those days when you get to thinking about your ex The truth is that I miss you. Beautiful you and your beautiful face. Your beautiful voice. Even your beautiful baggage. How I got lost in your past and your dreams. And although in the end I was never anything to you, till today I remember you with a tenderness and a longing which I did … Continue reading From Childhood Fantasy to Fling: Where to now?
Let me introduce you to Bluey Snowflake. She’s one of the best birthday presents I’ve ever received, a gift from my aunt when I turned 7. And because my family is all egalitarian and stuff, my sister got her birthday present at the same time even though her birthday is more than a month after mine – her name is Pinky Snowflake. We built a … Continue reading The “prophetic” song I wrote as a 7-year-old
I’ve finally gotten around to the task of going through the 12,000+ photos I took in my two years in South America to select which ones to delete, which ones to keep, and which ones to develop and stick in my photo album. It’s a helluva task. Lesson learned: stop taking so many photos. You don’t need 20 pictures – over split second intervals – of someone … Continue reading The photos you delete anyway
I always knew, leaving Ecuador last year, that my time back in Australia would be an “in-between” thing, a layover between trips. It was surprising how easy it was to slide back into life here – but perhaps all along I was just getting accustomed to “home” being, in reality, a type of limbo or train stop on the way to somewhere else. My next … Continue reading Bring on Bolivia!