Tag: England

  • Who Are You Internet?

    There is a build or back log of posts that should be published. The ones i think are boring get liked, understanding not like. Are bloggers boring or am i thinking too much about my pitch. Who pitch the pitch. Pitch. Who are you internet? Who are you internet? Who are you internet? A head bobs…

  • Art. Disco. Storms. – June and Summer in England

  • You’ve Come Home

    The light outside shielded by fabric, drapes, muted. Soft and gentle inhales. The piano and songs about snow. A small pink lantern looking better on that stall in Bombay. Coral harmony creeping effortlessly from technology while they work away, painting, filing, i stay horizontal. All days are different but flat connects one to the next.…

  • The Day My Heart Met Aung San Suu Kyi

  • Avoiding the Olympic Torch – Planes, Flames and Aung San Key Chains

    A day, a great day. Breakfast and an airport. Sky as grey as depression and dampening drops. Electric tracks and beeps, a quick platform change then beach bound. An in sync happening, a vision in mustard and black, Egyptian? Craving the apricot stone elixir, powering down the soft wet sand towards the dilapidated newly renovated hotel against the…

  • Watching Men Walk Whippets and Other Clichés – Life in North East England Part 1

    I have been back in England for one month. Days are drastically different and curated around pleasure, entertainment, calm. Travelling  limited due to the price of public transport and accommodation so i end up staying, or returning back to my temporary home most nights. A temporary home of comfort and quiet, pretty much surrounded by fields. When the time comes…

  • Thud – A Post Travel Comedown

    Life and living have halted to a stand still but without a crash as i find myself doing nothing instead of everything. No more beaches, cities, temples, bars. No more wandering along hot dusty streets, dark back lanes studded with pagodas, cows, living. No more boarding planes and hanging around in train stations. No more trying to…

  • Almost Home – The End

    After two days on aircraft and the generic spaces within i am here, home, back in the UK – whatever that means. The train heads north from London, home bound. Eight months exactly from the day the train headed south towards london; towards the first flight right at the very beginning. A train with clean…