Being Sharon; finding Shyamni…
6. /Wonder/ Seville, Spain Having hung around for about 6 hours at Madrid’s T4 terminal waiting for the 5am train out of there connecting to Seville, I am already over this trip. Like what is the point, yaaarrr? I’m so way off my itinerary that I might as well go home now. Sighing-ly - yes,... Continue Reading →
5. /Free/ Alfama, Portugal It smells of sweat and gelato baked together in midday Lisboa summer sun in here. There’s a stickiness to every surface that probably hasn’t been scrapped off since the last decade but I’m too hot and bothered to care. I plop down next to a window and semi-hang out of it... Continue Reading →
4. /Space/ En Route LIS - MAD 6 days into the trip and the baggage status on the tracking website has changed from ‘not traced’ to ‘in-delivery’. By now I own a new Mickey Mouse t-shirt and a purple one and some underwear from H&M (because they’re the only place with big sizes alright!). I... Continue Reading →
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 →
