On International Women's Day... As a 27 year old woman, there is a lot I've learned and a lot I'm yet to learn. I've learned that I was lied to in school, when the feminist movement was part of the past printed on those thick History textbooks. I was misled into thinking women were already … Continue reading I protest (ed)
Does your heart have an owner over there? That was the first question he chose to ask. And oh dear. It's not just the answers that can be wrong. The same rule applies to questions. And that was very wrong. Indeed. Dreadfully wrong. No one wants to be asked such personal questions in a job … Continue reading Questions of the heart
I have realised I haven't posted much since the start of the year. Well, it's been busy in my professional life, and not so much on the travelling side of things. I did go to Dublin briefly - for work. And perhaps that's what I can talk about now. A little bit of work really... … Continue reading A quick visit to Dublin
It might seem like a oxymoron but it's often when I travel and found myself in strange lands that I feel I belong to something. When I go through the arrivals gate, I always find the same expectant faces. Wide eyes carefully skipping from one face to the other. The smile bright smiles suddenly emerging … Continue reading Finding home in strange places
The marks of communism in Bucharest aren't just in the massive ugly blocks of apartments but also in the decrepitud left behind of that was once the Little Paris of eastern Europe. I've documented this before, but left behind the biggest symbol of this era - the Palace of the Parliament, most infamous creation by … Continue reading The heaviest building in the planet
