wanderings & wonderings

Another little piece I have found, also from 2009; an exercise for the writing group I belonged to in Singapore. The task was to write...

This was written in the Funan Food Court in Singapore in 2009. I found it today when I was going through some old notebooks. I remember...

Part 1 : Bali 2006 Ubud, Bali. Late one Friday evening in July. In the circle of friends sharing laughter, good food and companionship....

I do not know this man’s name. I know him only as Seeing Eyes. I met him under a tree on a local island in Shaviyaani Atoll in the Maldives

Calcutta is one of the most extraordinary cities I have visited. I love it. Maybe I have such a fondness for it because I’ve had some very s

I spent seven years living a very long way from the sea when I was in South Africa. As a girl of the ocean I like to feel the expansiveness

Bangkok, Thailand, 1992. Heading into the monsoon season, the Festival of Songkran over for another year. Hot. Very hot.

A couple of years ago I found a round-robin letter sent to friends when I was living on Vabbinfaru in the Republic of Maldives almost 25 yea

Such a beautiful morning. Still. Barely a breath of wind. So clear. The volcano island is standing proud on the eastern horizon.

Take a look at the image above. What do you see? Several pretty pastel-coloured houses.

the shrill ringing of my alarm clock competing with the raucous croaking of the frogs in the rice fields, piercing the peacefulness of my de

I am in the dentist’s waiting room ... Saturday morning, a gloomy, glimpy, grey day. Opposite me sit a father and daughter,

Bali, June 2006, the island lashed by uncharacteristically wild winds and heavy rains that blanketed the mountains in deep, dark cloud

I saw a man on the bus today on the way to an exhibition about ancient Egypt: his skin captivated me.

Every day in our life dance is important. Some prove to be more significant than others. Memories, lessons etched deeper into ...

I wandered into a dark broom-cupboard of a second-hand bookshop in Ubud, Bali a while ago. As I crossed its musty threshold I was ...

Central Bali, gazing out of the window into the inky blackness that blankets the rice fields. A brief moment of darkness...

Early one Saturday morning in the middle of April. A day that dawned bright and clear and sunny. A canopy of endless blue sky ...

New Year almost upon us. I worked out the other day that in a six month period I celebrate not one but six new years. Lucky girl.

“The person who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” ... Chinese Proverb