A love affair with breakfast in Oaxaca City
Chilaquiles, Tamales, Memelas… It was here in Oaxaca that I truly fell in love with Mexico’s fierce art of crafting the perfect breakfast.
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Twenty-Three Novels to Transport You to Foreign Lands
A good writer will have you engaging all your senses as you journey with them through their novel into a foreign destination – leaving you with memories so vivid it’s as if you were there.
Dia De Muertos en Oaxaca
El Dia de Muertos has always fascinated me. Since the death of my father, the intrigue of this Mexican celebration deepened. My curiosity led me to Oaxaca to experience this celebration for myself.
The day we marched to North Macedonia
I like the way his whole face smiles, beginning in his shining eyes and bursting out across his tiny cheeks as he dangles his mothers handbag from a nearby stick.
Saint Valentine and the Eko Gasoline Wasteland
At the other end of the world from this escalating assault on Syria, my hometown was once again rocked by a large earthquake. In the quiet moments, in the middle of the night when everything is still, I can’t help but wonder how much more this world can take.
Overnighting at the Olive Grove, Moria.
As certain migrants were refused entrance, they began to give up hope. Despondent shells of humans began to sleep in the mud under the olive trees dotted down the slopes outside Moria.
Meeting refugee boats on the South coast of Lesvos
I watched the sun rise over the Turkish Izmir coast this morning. The mountain ranges cast watercolour silhouettes across the sky, the mandarin sun crept up through the horizon. It had been a quiet first night on the night shift, watching for tiny boats out on the horizon. We met in the deserted town square at …
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Colours of the Azores
The Azores resemble very little of the mainland Europe I left lying off in the horizon. Earthy, damp and though the clouds are low and the rain frequent, you get the impression that it never gets too cold. What is it that pulls me closer and closer to these places? The ones that provide such …