Travel(ish)
Since I write according to how the full moon, the 31 bus driver’s mood, or what I most recently ate influences my inclination to write, I have not really written about most of the places I have visited. Instead, here I have written about odd holes in the wall I have visited sometimes with my grandma, and so this does not really count as traveling, but at the time it was what inspired me to put fingers to keyboard. Perhaps I will improve. Time will tell (it won’t, I don’t enjoy travel writing as much as I thought I would).
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Can you remember a time when you last got SUPER excited?
Alright, I’m ridiculously late to the party, but I’ve been bingewatching literally EVERYTHING the VlogBrothers (Hank and John Green) make on YouTube, because I need the good feels these days and I’m also running out of steam with regard to, you know…hopes, dreams, ambition! And four minutes of one of these nutjobs ranting about something […]
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A childhood memory that arrived unexpectedly and didn’t leave
In the 90s: Winter. Cape Town. It is dark, very early in the morning. School holidays have begun. Rain slashes the windscreen of our old, rusted Datsun, the one with the hole in the floor that we could stick our fingers through or peer in to watch the tarred road whizz by beneath. The daily […]
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Humans of Hessdalen: searching for UFOs in Trøndelag
My friend Martin is responsible for this one. En route to the wedding in Lidkoping in September, bragging about how I’m finding a more outgoing, adventurous side of myself these past months, he chuckled: “You should definitely come to our UFO safari next week then”. At first I pretended I didn’t hear anything, because what I […]
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Love, lakes (and Swedish-priced liquor!) in Lidköping (Sweden).
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Oh sure, Lidköping was fabulous, lovely, excellent even. But the most exciting part was that we had a FULL, TODDLER-FREE WEEKEND. That’s correct. Almost four years into being parents, and we’re already running about, care-free, tasting meringues and sleeping until nine in the morning. The obscene decadence of it. It was bliss. But to […]
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Jomfruland, Kragerø (Telemark, Norway)
Some weeks ago we were invited to celebrate the birthday of a friend at a rented house three hours outside of Oslo. The invite was extended by a pair of people so delightful that I would have probably agreed to tag along if they told me Billy Corgan would be there performing only songs from […]
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15 Things about Norway that will take a South African some getting used to.
During a long night of trying to cajole/threaten the child to sleep, I fell into the black hole that is the frenemy of all people with a few minutes to spare (minutes that quickly become hours I will never get back): humorous listicles. After a few months back in Oslo, I have some things that […]
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