Tag Archives: fear

the other side of the coin..

Posted on April 3, 2012 by

I arrived in San Salvador nervous and turtle pack heavy, feeling weighed down by bags and laden with worry. I found a lot to love in El Salvador’s sleepy little mountain towns and green hills, as well as some cause for … Continue reading →

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sharing light…

Posted on March 22, 2012 by

At Languin I joined a day trip a friend had recommended. A small bleary eyed group of backpackers were herded into the back of a truck, and then bounced awake down broken muddy road’s winding through the mists that drifted … Continue reading →

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the little death…

Posted on March 16, 2012 by

Guatemala has become a land of convenience tourism. You can go from one hostel filled with foreigners to another, door to door, by dedicated shuttle bus, also filled with foreigners. The hostel staff, the travel agents, many of the travellers … Continue reading →

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butterfly dreams…

Posted on December 26, 2011 by

I wonder whether caterpillars sleep sound on the scent of summer, dreaming of butterfly wings and soaring skies. Do they know where they’re going when their days stiffen and still? Or do they struggle and strain against the momentum of a change unnamed, … Continue reading →

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fireflies and moonlight…

Posted on October 12, 2011 by

Today I braved hours of traffic getting out of Dhaka so as to spend a few days at a small project site out in the countryside. After another relentlessly hot day, my colleague and I decided to celebrate the cool … Continue reading →

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bright pain…

Posted on October 4, 2011 by

Pain is cutting through the night in a crimson gash. It’s my favourite colour but none of this is pretty, no matter how I paint it. After an okay evening strolling through the city sketching out another post half in … Continue reading →

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taking risks…

Posted on August 28, 2011 by

It is always reassuring when your employer wants you alive. I know I am valued, appreciated, they gave me a wordy safety policy, a love letter of sorts. When you shuffle staff around some of the more unstable places on … Continue reading →

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4am….

Posted on August 27, 2011 by

The runners were there again in the night pounding a path through my sleep and yanking me back into the hot dark room, the net. I stared up the ceiling criss-crossed with bars of black and waited to sink back … Continue reading →

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grief and zombies…

Posted on August 23, 2011 by

Heya Bab, I have a confession to make. Tonight I sat up watching some scary ass zombie movie that you-know-who had saved on my computer, even though it scared the crap out of me! I ate way too many Pringles … Continue reading →

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whilst we’re here…

Posted on August 5, 2011 by

Today I hounded my mum and my brother out of the house and down to the beach. It might just have been easier to herd cats over an obstacle course. All morning it seemed things were in the way. It … Continue reading →

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