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The Great Divide «
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A visual journal / journey. May 18, 2014. This is the best thing about expat life I have ever read. I love this post because it expresses so well the contradictory experience of living in a place, and trying to be a part of the place, but instead just finding yourself involuntarily sucked into or pushed into a bubble of familiarity. For our purposes let’s steal a casual definition of dissociation from Wikipedia: a mild detachment from immediate surroundings. 1,219 more words. Upon Mount Mulanje (visual).
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Upon Mount Mulanje «
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A visual journal / journey. May 8, 2014. We will spend three days exploring the east side of the plateau that rests beneath the massif’s twenty peaks. On this plateau, leopards are rumoured to still live, though one has not been spotted in years. I wonder whether what William Atkinson. Rock art site in Dedza. The Akafula were gradually exterminated by the Chewa people, but reportedly still lived in small numbers on the Mulanje plateau into the nineteenth century. After a four-hour climb we reach the plat...
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Migratory Habits «
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A visual journal / journey. Author Archives: Migratory Habits. Schifanoia : Escape to the land of not being bored. February 27, 2016. In mid-February I had an opportunity to escape for a little while a life that has become too mundane and routine of late. Thank you to Florence, Siena, Pisa and Como. To K. Krohn, E. Galdini and ‘Westie’. To Ali Smith and her incredible novel ‘How to Be Both’, which I quote below, and to Francesco/a del Cossa whom I have not met. Libreria Piccolomini / Siena duomo. In the ...
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A Lilongwe Symphony «
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A visual journal / journey. May 25, 2014. Behind a wall of barbed wire, behind a splintered door, a mother of two sits trembling and asks Allah why. ‘What have I done to these men? Allah is silent, but if she had asked one of the men, he would have said:. It is not about what you have or have not done. You yourself are irrelevant. My children need to eat and yours won’t starve for want of a laptop. Area 2, Lilongwe, Malawi. This entry was posted in Malawi. Lessons From Malawi →. Ramen for the Soul. This ...
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Whitstable Oyster Festival «
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A visual journal / journey. August 16, 2014. Thank you, South-East. This entry was posted in Culture. Ramen for the Soul →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. A Meddling...
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Beasts and Peace: Easter Break in Liwonde and Cape Maclear «
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A visual journal / journey. Beasts and Peace: Easter Break in Liwonde and Cape Maclear. April 27, 2014. This entry was posted in Lake Malawi. Mama Afrika, Forgive Me. Upon Mount Mulanje →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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An Indelicate Balance «
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A visual journal / journey. May 24, 2015. Gran Canaria. Officially a part of Spain but so close to north Africa that it feels strange to hear Spanish spoken. Like so many beautiful places, the island relies heavily on tourism, often at the expense of the environment and traditional ways of life. We run for the hills, literally. First to La Aldea de San Nicolas de Tolentino, where we stay in a hostel run by an environmental conservation activist. She tells us about how the hordes of tourists who f...At La...
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Two Weeks on Likoma Island «
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A visual journal / journey. Two Weeks on Likoma Island. January 7, 2014. This Christmas break we spent two weeks on Likoma Island–enough time for it to work its strange magic on us. There is something peaceful yet claustrophobic about the isolation and remoteness of the island. It didn’t take us long to adapt to the relaxed atmosphere of Mango Drift. But the captain had told us the boat will leave around 8:00 so we should get there for 6:30. We decided to be safe so we got there at 6:00 and the boat ...
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Paradise is in Makuzi «
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A visual journal / journey. Paradise is in Makuzi. November 24, 2013. This entry was posted in Lake Malawi. Lost and Found on Chongoni Mountain. Life with Guineas: a love-hate thing →. November 24, 2013 at 1:16 pm. What an amazing view🙂. November 24, 2013 at 6:56 pm. Reblogged this on http:/ www.newsafrica.co.uk. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. Ramen for the Soul.
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Ramen for the Soul «
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A visual journal / journey. Ramen for the Soul. August 30, 2014. My curiosity about Japan and Japanese culture has gradually grown into a mild obsession. I think it really started when I read Banana Yoshimoto’s. It’s a dark, depressing little book — and beautiful, because there is beauty in melancholy. I felt the same about. Which I read a few months later. After that, I knew I was hooked on… something, I’m not quite sure what. Maybe the. This entry was posted in Culture. An Indelicate Balance →. You are...
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