It’s only been a week, but Murcia is already beginning to feel like home. The transition from Adelaide to Murcia (one South to another) has been made all the easier by ridiculously good weather, ridiculously good food and, of course, Bonica (who is ridiculously good). Because of her, I am lucky enough to already have […]Read more "Learning Murciano"
“I’m going to see Buddha if it kills me! It should be right around here.” It’s a bit of a cliché to start off a sentence with “It’s a bit of a cliché…” but… It’s a bit of a cliché to call a hill “rolling”, but the bubbling green mounds around Sellick’s Beach’s Nan Hai […]Read more "On the Electric Holy Road Again (or: Blasting Through the Peninsula in a Rainbow-Powered Sedan)"
I’m not going to lie and say the past four months since my return to Adelaide have been super eezy breezy… Nor will I lay and say they’ve been terrible. They’ve just sort of happened, flown past at the speed of time-spent-busy. Without the opportunity of a quick jaunt to Belgium or Estonia, a party […]Read more "Zen and the Art of Mindful Hiking"
I admit it, I was hardly the most positive person back in the day. When I had the chance to open up the long-shut digital annals of my Facebook account, I was shocked and horrified by what I saw. The person sitting behind that ancient machine was not me. It was an insecure and somewhat […]Read more "Break Free, Be Free, Write Like You Mean It"
The past ten days or so have been so incredibly mystical in so many ways. Travelling to one of my favourite countries in the world and reuniting with a really precious loved-one has just been so… So… Cinematic. It’s honestly felt like a romantic movie for the most part, something I never thought I’d experience […]Read more "Meditations on Writing in Spain"
Like the contrast between Murcia and Granada, the contrast between Granada and Seville (or Sevilla) is pretty stark. It’s like jumping from Moorish times to Victorian and then stumbling on some time rip and falling a bit further. Seville is big, grand and wide, with clean and bright streets and absolutely stunning monuments. Cracked tracks […]Read more "Seville has not abandoned me – Spain Part 3"
I’m finishing up this ridiculous year realising I might have made a bit of a mistake. I’m sitting in a terrible outer-London hostel room, escaping the top-40 party going on downstairs and quietly feeling bad for myself. But that’s okay. That’s part of life. We make mistakes, we deal with them, we learn from them […]Read more "A Dangerous Retrospective – 2015"