Being Sharon; finding Shyamni…
3. /Balance/ Chaido - Baixa, Lisbon, Portugal. It must have been the first night in the first darn hostel when I strained the back of my foot. Climbing up and down top bunk beds don’t particularly suit us islander women (Note to self - ask for bottom in all future reservations). Gahhhh I just remembered... Continue Reading →
2. /Comfort/ Plaza Major, Madrid Dear Reader I'm sure there's been someone out there whose done the numbers and written a thesis and has a proper academic backing to prove that the level of your comfort has a direct relationship to your life learnings! After all almost every 4th other motivational video you'll watch today,... Continue Reading →
1. /Find/ LAX Tom Bradley International Terminal Dear Reader It’s been a while since I’ve hit the road. 2 years and 4 months actually. One day a few months ago, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and my stomach just sunk. My eyes - they possibly couldn’t have been mine. There... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting here in causal talanoa after a traditional welcome kava ceremony in the cool, dim village-hall of Nabutautau but my mind's hardly on the conversation in the room. I am staring out the low doorway of the bure at what looks very much like a sacrificial rock alter and encircled open space where perhaps once-upon-a-time chiefly tribal ceremonies took... Continue Reading →
Growing up I couldn’t wait to be of an age when I would be all ‘grown-up’ and sorted. The age when my clothes were perfectly co-ordinated (think silk blouses and white pants), my hands elegant with a perfect watch & jewellery combination and just like in Sex and The City, I’d also have a cohort... Continue Reading →
We've all been there. Sitting around an airport on the brink of tears from boredom in between flights especially if it's a hole like LAX International or a domestic air terminal in the middle of nowhere with a broken vending machine and 3 plastic seats bolted to the floor (because they tend to disappear!). With Fiji... Continue Reading →
"Live a little.." I mutter to myself before shoving the sloppy burger into my mouth, licking the run sauce off my wrist followed by a handful of chips. It's 11.40pm on a Sunday night and I'm eating inside a car, parked outside in the garage. "Live a little" - I'm told a lot. By exasperated siblings,... Continue Reading →
It's Christmas eve, actually early hours of the Christmas morning and I am finally sitting down with my feet soaked in a tub of hot water and a glass of rosé that I've taken a liking to lately. It's cooled down considerably and there's a breeze enough to gently sway the wind charms on Suruj's back verandah.... Continue Reading →
This tenant was supposed to move out last Monday. Having not heard from him by 3pm, I dropped by to 'just see how he was going'. He was going alright. There was a fully loaded 2 ton truck sitting on the driveway. He asked if he could handover the keys the next day as he... Continue Reading →
