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the long stretch…

One of the more unnerving things about travelling is the burgeoning recognition that I am not the centre, that my life, my world, my little universe is just one of many headlong, slip-spinning. There are good days and bad days … Continue reading

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tell me your story…

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the fullness of longing…

Dawn broke and the day was in bloom, bright, beautiful. I woke up with a smile on my face, wriggling my toes and stretching lithe limbs out into warm air. The rising sun stroked back the dark with a lover’s touch. It … Continue reading

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wanting this..

It has been Eid Al Adha, the festival of sacrifice, which meant a glut of public holidays in Bangladesh. I could just not bear the thought of so much time alone against the backdrop of grumbling grief and blood splattered … Continue reading

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thank you for beautiful…

Being thankful is something I have been trying to make a habit of, and today I realised I would kind of like to write Bangladesh a thank you letter! This is what I would say: Thank you for beautiful, for … Continue reading

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ask everything, know nothing…

I thought I would tell you a bit about my time on the rivers. Getting to the boat was a voyage all in itself; a flight across the country and then a 3 hour drive down little country roads that … Continue reading

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Dhaka 101…

Heya bab, Tonight I finally managed to grab mum on Skype and pass on my impressions from the first few days of Dhaka 101. It was good to chat to her but I was left with the sense of something … Continue reading

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Istanbul, Karachi and the angry ants…

I am rarely at my best at 3am, particularly not sober, solo and in my third country in 12 hours. After the wide-eyed pain of the night before, followed by the day’s frantic run around to see a doctor on … Continue reading

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the enormity of loss..

Heya bab, It was another bloody memorial for you today bab. Its not that you’re not worth remembering, my blood is your memory, but I am done with doing it like this now. I am done with funerals and ashes … Continue reading

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coming home to death on the wall…

After 24 hours in transit I have continent hopped, snoozed and flopped and now I am back in Wales and the rest of the world feels far far away, as if I dreamt the distances. The air here has crisped … Continue reading

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