This travelling life. And the lord of my dance.

He asked me. That’s how it started. Held out his hand. For that is a man’s role. And I said, ‘Teach me. Teach me, please.’ Allowing him the mentor’s role. The leader’s role. And he lead. And he commanded me: ‘Don’t let go.’ ‘And follow me. Just follow me.’ And I did. I followed. With…

Barcelona… It’s complicated.

Tapas for one. That’s just not a thing. I went to Barcelona for the art and the architecture. For Picasso and Gaudí and Miró and more moderns. And they overwhelmed me all. Other aspects… Not so much. But an out-of-the-blue message from the gorgeous Valentina this afternoon had me reminiscing about a fantastically unexpected night out, and I found…

Life’s like that: Lessons learned motorcycling in Laos

1. Look ahead. Edge-suck. Rock-suck. Tree-suck. Every mountain biker, snowboarder, kayaker — and anyone else who attaches themselves to hard physical objects to throw themselves across the earth on a dodge-‘em course of hard physical objects — knows this. I know this. I knew it before I began motorcycling a year and a half ago. I knew it before…

Travels in time and space

Out on a wide river tonight, candles float. Little floral platforms of light and hope. And, as they cruise by at surprising speed, they carry worlds and dreams of calm. These fresh carnations of an ancient ritual delight me. Especially since in the foreground it is white light and cars and noise and fireworks and…

Parable: ducking and diving your true identity

There was once a set of four ducks (okay, it started with five, but what happened to that fifth one is not a matter for this little tale) that lived in the garden below a wooden house on stilts beside the Mekong River. Keeping ducks was the fulfillment of a frivolous barnyard dream by the…

Auspicious

Tomorrow, apparently, is an auspicious day. It’s halfway through the Buddhist ‘Lent’. So our dragon boat racing training was cut short so that the women of the village could cook and our coach could go to the market. It was explained to us that everybody will need to be at the temple very early, and…

You know you’re in the Philippines when…

[Three weeks into our new life, here’s what I remember about the one we’ve just left behind.] You know you’re in the Philippines when… 1. You get mamsirred by the friendly token security people in every doorway. “Hello, MamSir.” 2. There are friendly token security people in every doorway. Usually flaunting a stick to make…

And in this corner…

We have Manila weighing in at 191 kg. All our stuff boxed and ready for Thai Airways to take it to Vientiane, Laos. It leaves tomorrow and us on Friday.

Gaby logic

“Because you won’t give me a brother or a sister, you should send me an iPad.” — Gabriella, on the phone this evening, explaining that she’s so bored because it is school holidays in Ghana, and how Dad Brad can compensate.