waiting game

I’ve played the waiting game. Wait, wait here. Waiting here, so I can go there. Waiting with a purpose. Waiting to get it right. Waiting on the world to change. Waiting for God to act. For doors to open. For a clear day instead of haze.  And I’ve learnt that it’s ok to wait. But […]

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CLEAR.

The red light district of Amsterdam is red. Flashing lights and signs to entice, signs to hide behind. It’s morning and the day is fresh, the cool is wearing thin. It’s morning and some girls are at work in this open red light. Staring out from behind windows onto the streets that are trafficked with […]

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a dripping sun

Sun shoots into my eyes. Strong and proud and shooting straight. Straight into my eyes. Golden sun, you’re dropping fast. And the whole of Santorini watches your descent. Drop. Drop. Dripping your rays. People gather beneath the blue domed roofs of Oia. They are the golden type who gather. The type who steal your rays. […]

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road-side walking

Be careful of your toes on this island. They come an inch from their lives, and inch from a tour bus’ tires. They turn all sorts of colours depending on the ground you tread on. Black on the black beach, red on the red beach. They burn in the hot afternoon sun, so much so […]

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Neuchwanstein (1st August)

Neuchwanstein. Meaning ‘new swan stone’ is the Disney castle. The very one. You know at the beginning of a Disney movie (think of your favorite one)? We have a Julia Styles look-alike tour guide who sounds like a drone and should get out of this tour business to find her smile. With two trains and […]

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the walk

The Cinque Terre walk is a 12km track on the edge of Italian coast. It’s a walk that strings across five different towns. The Cinque Terre towns; Riomaggoire, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza, Monterosso. Small Italian towns filled with people the colour of caramel, with sing-song accents and the best pasta/pizza going around. A fresh produce haven, a […]

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München (31st July-3rd August)

Arriving into town on a Sunday is strange. You see a city at rest. In Germany all the shops are closed, except the restaurants. Music fills the streets; whole quartets, an opera singer, a lone accordion player. For this reason I could live here. And for another reason I could too; even without the sea […]

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Sway my way

Vom bags. We’ve got them in hand, at the ready. The day we leave, is the day a windy Mykanos shows it’s true blue colors. The sea is all over the windows. And we’re a-rocking, side-to-side, up-and-over. Another splash against the window. Heads all sway my way because we’re all on the same boat ride […]

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