I hate travelling. No, I’m not kidding. I hate airports. I hate getting to the airport and I hate getting … Continue reading what a wonderful world.
A while ago, I was living in Tirau in my own house, with two cats and a garden, and a … Continue reading just scroll past this one.
It wasn’t that I hated Guatemala and Costa Rica. I just didn’t like them very much. Oh, gasp if you … Continue reading Central America, yeah nah.
You are no marriage? No childrens? You are alone? Alone! Very brave, you. Very strong girl! I understand, of course, … Continue reading bad, sad and mad.
Jesus. Where to begin. I’ve always made a thing of challenging myself. If something seems difficult, or even remotely impossible, … Continue reading no hablo español.
So, today I swore at a child, and that’s when I realised I should probably leave Dalat. And before the holier-than-thou … Continue reading in which I snap.