A tale of two cities and a very small town.

Cities can be like trees: in temperate climates they grow up, intricate and dense. In the heat and the humidity they sprawl outwards, spreading their leaves wide to catch the sunlight. The pace is slower too, in these tropical cities, Latin music seeping through barred windows and dust kicking up from the roadside. A while ago, I…

World expanded, some more.

This blog, if it can be described as a blog yet, is predominantly about places and people. I was lucky enough a few days ago to meet a man from somewhere I’d never heard of: Playon Chico, one of the islands in Guna Yala, Panama, (or, as he wrote it, Kuna Yala). Although we were…

Moving On.

Definitely getting older: a kind of feminist-like something I hadn’t paid attention to before hit home in the last few days. It started with a strange encounter. Trying to find one of many bus stations in downtown San Jose, I walked past a derelict building with a man hiding behind a block of rubble. He…