January 23, 2011


A place where one could sit and write postcards, sit and drink copious amounts of peppermint tea, sit and read books, sit and chat, sit and think, sit and laugh, sit and enjoy the sun, or just sit for sittings sakes. A place where we walked so slow we literally dragged our feet. Early to bed and late to rise (except when we had those early buses/boats/trains). Time not just to tell stories but time to share stories, most important of all, time to listen. Pulpy orange juice, dates, almonds, tagines, camels, (how many camels?), markets, mountains, rugs, scarves, deserts, sea, sand. A place bustling with colour and texture, tiles, sunsets, colour, colour, so much colour. A place which exuded serenity and a great sense of calm, in amongst the haggling, the busy roads, and the hoards of people fighting their way on to public transport.

Here is Morocco. In pictures.

January 16, 2011

I love this girl

We first met in Dunedin at Teachers College.

She thought I was a bit of a hippy as she used to see me being doubled on the front of a friends bicycle past her flat window.

I thought she was super dooper cool and we soon realised we were on the same page when we one day on a whim decided to try our luck hitch hiking to Cromwell and back. We succeeded and I think our friendship was set in stone after that.

Since then I've followed her up to Auckland. Shes followed me to Korea. And we have both made our way to London.

Now I am flying home to be her bridesmaid and I absolutely can not wait. Its been about three years in the making and needless to say we have thoroughly discussed the ins and outs and I cant wait to see it all pull together and play a special part in her big day.

I love you my chocolate twin xxx