Category Archives: Destinations

Conversations in Japan

I had two very interesting conversations while in Japan. They were with the same person and were not exactly separate from one another. In fact, it’s incorrect to consider them ‘two conversations’. Instead I might say that two very important points were raised during one conversation.

First, intrinsic motivation came up. A year ago I wouldn’t have been able to properly appreciate a conversation about intrinsic motivation, and I can thank my teaching degree for changing that. Essentially, we humans are motivated in one of two ways – intrinsically or from within – or extrinsically, by outside factors.


Somehow, as only conversations with strangers in a hostel can do, a relatively deep issue was raised…. The psychology of why I started blogging. And in that moment I realised, or finally admitted to myself, that documenting and sharing my life of travelling had more to do with the recognition than intrinsic motivation to do so. Of course I might be selling myself a bit short here, a huge factor was that I was and am completely inspired by the new, intense, experiential nature of being abroad. I wrote because of that. But the gratification from climbing stats, likes and shares was a solid feeling. Ahhhh sweet recognition. (Is this delayed middle child syndrome?)

Ultimately, extrinsic motivation rather than motivation that comes from deep inside you will almost always run out, fall short. While it’s 100% true that I don’t have it in me to be a ‘struggling writer’, it is also true, for this time of my life anyway, that I’m in a motivational lull. A point where the extrinsic motivation has exhausted itself. It’s had a good 4 years! The aim is to find that internal, substantially more powerful, internal will to write and share.

No more blaming Hong Kong for sucking my creativity dry.


The next point raised was the importance of experience. Not the kind of experience needed to grab that mid-level job; rather the idea that living vicariously through instagrammed photos is just not enough. It’s plain, old uninspiring. Perhaps I speak for myself, but I don’t think I do, when I say that scrolling through all the social medias hardly ever leaves me feeling inspired. It’s all just so abstract, not even real. And how sad because pictures are supposed to speak a thousand words and nothing is usually more real than a photo. (debatable with Photoshop) But en-mass they become overwhelmingly untrue.

“The Grand Canyon was the wind in my face the birds swooping into the gorge, thunder rolling in the distance. When I looked at a 2D picture of it afterwards I thought – this isn’t where I went.” Wouter. The Netherlands. Spoken in Japan.


Of course I’ll probably never stop sharing my work. There’s absolutely zero to gain from that! And as for social media – streamlining rolls of beautiful imagery into your brain isn’t always a huge bore 😉

Tagged , , , , ,

Challenge Accepted: My Travels from A – Z

This A-Z travel challenge has been going around for years but seems to be going through a bit of a resurgence- which is why I’m finally in the loop. The challenge seems to have originated as a meme where people get nominated to do one. I nominated myself 🙂

A: Age you went on your first trip.

My first big trip was to my uncle’s wedding in Scotland when I was 8. My brother and I were lucky enough to be sponsored by our grandparents, otherwise my poor (literally) parents would have had to leave us behind. I have such clear and wonderful memories from that trip. The bare-bottomed male wedding-goers doing the ‘braveheart’ is a particularly strong memory.

B: Best (foreign) beer you’ve had and where.

Blue Moon- a deliciously smooth wheat beer from Colorado, often served with a slice of orange.

C: Cuisine (favorite).

As much as carbs hate me, I love Italian food- Pastas, breads, pizzas.

D: Destination (favorite and least favorite).

Colorado, USA is still my favourite destination. I spent a winter skiing there and WILL return for the summer one day. I’d have to say that India is my least favourite so far 😦 I like efficiency and unspoiled landscapes, and unfortunately India has neither of those. I love cowboys so thats probably a big reason why Colorado is close to my heart.

VB_080311_0011 copy

E: Event you experienced abroad that made you say “wow.”

I watched the Foo Fighters live at the Lolapalooza Festival in Chile. But that doesn’t have as much to do with the destination as it has to do with Dave Grohl blowing me away.

F: Favorite mode of transportation.

Train. Hands down. Whether its for short or long trips, trains are just awesome. Best trip so far- taking Amtrack up the west coast of America with one of my best Friends. San Francisco to the Canadian border over the space of 10 days.


G: Greatest feeling while traveling.

While there are many things that make you ‘feel great’ when you travel, I’d have to say bumping in to an old university acquaintance on the streets of Cuzco, Peru. We were by no means close friends before but the sheer craziness of bumping into each other in the most random part of the world during my solo trip was an incredible feeling.


H: Hottest place you’ve traveled to.

Lets see…. Oudshoorn, South Africa and Rajasthan, India. 40 degrees plus.

I: Incredible service you’ve experienced and where.

Really recently actually. Moving to Hong Kong where cost of accommodation is through the roof, we’ve had to rent a room in a ‘hotel’ (more like apartments that are actually tiny rooms). While it might be tiny and cramped, its also brand spanking new and the people in charge bend over backwards to please. The other day we asked them if the room came with towels or if we should buy our own. A few hours later they came knocking on our door with a hand made card and two towels that they had bought for us. According to the card, their policy didn’t include towels but this was a gift from them to welcome us as their first ‘VIP’ guests. ahhhhh

J: Journey that took the longest.

a 38 hour bus trip from Cuzco, Peru to Santiago, Chile. It sounds like an ordeal but it was painless.


K: Keepsake from your travels.

I’d have to say, like most of the other bloggers answering these, that photos are my main mementos. I obviously love taking them but they also happen to be free and I don’t like spending money or accumulating things.

L: Letdown site and where.

Hmmmm, probably Gaudi’s Park Guell in Barcelona. Its one of those ‘must see’ sights, at the top of all the ‘to do’ lists but it just means that its overrun with people and, well, its not that spectacular.

M: Moment where you fell in love with travel.

I’d have to say it was when I was a young girl listening to my dad’s and uncle’s stories. My dad was a cowboy in America and my uncle a rough and tough African overlander. Although I went on many trips, it probably wasn’t through travel itself but the romantic idea of adventure their stories put in my head.

N: Nicest hotel you’ve stayed at.

I haven’t stayed at many fancy hotels. Probably a stopover on a family trip up South Africa’s east coast. It was my parent’s 30th wedding anniversary so my dad spoiled us all- it was very out of character.

O: Obsession. What are you obsessed with taking pictures of while traveling?


P: Passport stamps. How many and from where?

9 on my current passport- so since 2010. USA, England, Ireland, Chile, Argentina, Bolivia, Peru, France, Spain, India, Hong Kong

Q: Quirkiest attraction you’ve visited and where.

Chiloe- Chile’s third biggest Island. The beautiful Island with its rolling green hills has a culture influenced by a mythology that tells stories of legends and mythical creatures.

R: Recommended site, event or experience.

I had a really good time in France on June 21st for Fete de la Musique – an annual celebration of music that the French go all out for. Its supposedly a worldwide thing but I’ve only ever seen or heard of it in France. Every pub and restaurant that line the streets have live music inside and out, its incredibly vibey!

S: Splurge. Something you have no problem forking over money for while traveling.

Convenience. I actually stole this answer from someone else but its because I agree fully with it. If something costs more but its way more convenient I don’t mind forking out. For instance, you can take three different local buses to get to the train station or you can hire a taxi. Not having to lug my backpacks on and off numerous buses in the heat and getting there in half the time makes up for it being double the price.

T: Touristy thing you’ve done.

Machu Picchu, Peru. As amazing as it was touristy. I found it incredible how the pictures we see never show signs of people but when you’re there, in the midst of it, you realize how teaming it is with thousands of daily tourists.


U: Unforgettable travel memory.

How can I choose just one? Lets go with the time I worked on a sail yacht and we crossed overnight from Corsica to France through the most treacherous storm. We sailed through lightning, rain and massive waves (for the med) for 12 hours. The boat tilted at 45 degrees the entire way as we sailed to our destination on what felt like a roller coaster. Halfway through it the the steering broke- as if the guests weren’t in enough of a panic! The most impressive part? I amazed everyone with my sleeping skills when I made myself a bed in a safe corner of the saloon and slept through the worst of it. (I panic about working with little or no sleep and I had to do my job the next day!)

V: Visa. How many and for where.

I had to laugh when I read other travelers say ‘one’ or ‘none’ here. Four for me. USA, Bolivia, Schengen area and India.

W: Wine. Best glass of wine while traveling and where?

I’ve been lucky enough to live in world famous wine countries over the past four years. Chile, France, Spain and of course South Africa. I love all their wines. To me, there’s no such thing as ‘the best wine’- it depends on so many things.

X: eXcellent view and from where.

The view of Santiago de Chile from the hill Saint Cristobel. I loved, loved, loved this view of the city with the Andes rising up in the not too far distance. I miss it a lot.


Y: Years spent traveling.


Z: Zealous sports fans and where

Being part of the Fifa World Cup in South Africa 2010!!!!

Tagged , , , , ,

India Souvenir Giveaway!

I’m sending someone a string of prayer flags! And this is why…..


It was difficult finding something to send off as a souvenir from India, mainly because I was determined to offer something cool that both guys and girls would like.

An added complication was the guaranteed nightmarish shopping experience. It takes a lot of will power and self-control (to prevent lashing out) during any and all shopping endeavours. Shopping will always include a persistent vendor or shop owner eagerly pushing his products on you for a “special price”. If only they’d understand that their forcefulness makes you almost 100% less likely to make a purchase.

The only place free from this was Dharamshala, a Tibetan refugee town that stole my heart. The town is almost entirely made up of Tibetans who fled their country up to a generation ago. It’s so Tibetan that you struggle to find Indian cuisine up there.

Finally I came across prayer flags for sale. I’m sure you’ve seen these strings of flags somewhere in the world and perhaps not thought much of them. That’s how it was for me anyway.


My visit to Dharamshala enlightened me. I saw them for myself- strung along mountain ridges and peaks high in the Himalayas. Numerous, meaningful and beautiful, blowing in the wind. On the colourful blocks are mantras and prayers for long life and good fortune. They are believed to have originated from a religion that predated Buddhism.

These flags are not a religious symbol for me. To me, they mean Tibet. To me they are a symbol of the ongoing crisis in the country overpowered by China and overflowing with human rights violations.

If you’d like one for yourself for whatever reason; religious, awareness, decoration or even if you just think the Dalai Lama is the coolest guy- it’s easy to become a contender!

1. Answer the following question in the comment section of the ‘India Souvenir Giveaway’ post of the Wanderlust Facebook page.

“Where does his Holiness Tenzin Gyasto, otherwise known as the Dalai Lama, live?”

2. Share the post on Facebook

3. For extra brownie points, invite 5 friends to like Wanderlust 😉

4. Cross your fingers and hope that my list randomizer picks you!

***Learn more about Tibet at


**Photos of the Dalai Lama taken from various internet sources.

Tagged , , , , , , ,

The Time I got Hijacked on the World’s Highest Lake

 Its 2012 and two things are approaching: Christmas time and the Peruvian boarder. But before either of them gets here I must explore the enchanted waters of Lake Titicaca. While Peru is only an hour from here and Christmas is still a couple days away, the highest navigable lake in the world is right in front of me.


I’m in Copacabana, the biggest and most popular town on the Bolivian shores of Titicaca. It’s summer time otherwise known as ‘Invierno Boliviano’ or Bolivian Winter- a rainy season between December and March. This combined with the altitude make for a wet and chilly situation.

There are certain must-sees here. The main is Isla del Sol- Island of the Sun. Birth place of the Sun God and once home to the very first Incas. It was their first home before spreading across the continent. Machu Picchu was but a dream at this point.


We’re heading there- the place that birthed the Sun God- but it’s a good two hours by boat and the ‘Bolivian Winter’ is showing us who’s boss. The plan is to hike from north to south but with this rain I don’t see that happening. Then as if by some magical higher power that controls the sun, we arrive to a beautiful day and it might even be hot. There are ruins to see, hills to climb and panoramas to take in. Its times like these I second guess my lack of faith in powers that be.


Its three hours of vistas impossible to ignore. Every now and again there’s a Bolivian stationed along the path to collect a tariff – sometimes the best things in life aren’t free. But we’re all millionaires in Bolivia so it’s is a non-issue. What is an issue are the hiked prices and poor accommodation once we reach the south. We negotiate our night’s accommodation down and thus feel slightly less cheated when taking a freezing cold shower in already cold conditions.  


Day two only involves getting back to the mainland before 6pm. The German couple have a bus to Peru at this time and ideally don’t want to miss it. But when an unchartered boat we take seemingly hijacks us, reaching the only goal for the day starts becoming less and less of a reality. A two hour trip takes closer to five and our captain(s) who start off sober become increasingly inebriated as the trip wears on. The boat zig zags across the lake as if it itself were drunk.

Then a riddle from the German seeing his bus ride drift further and further away, “What costs 20 bolivianos and we’re not paying it?” At this point the four of us are considering not parting with the money we had promised to our initially sober captain.

It’s crazy how this situation has gone from ok to completely out of control in no time at all. One moment we are watching two Bolivians mix their liquor with juice and the next we are saving them from falling overboard. No amount of deliberation is making things any clearer to the intoxicated navigators- they are unable to grasp our strong desire to get to where we’re going. Three hours have passed, six o’clock is fast approaching and Copacabana is nowhere to be seen.


We point to a small, barely established settlement that quite possibly doesn’t even have a road running through it. This is our new destination- “we want to go there please”. Who am I kidding, there are no ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’ at this point. We wade through the water to get to the shore- bags with valuables like cameras and passports held high above our heads. Our moods have deteriorated and now we have to hike. The main road is 20 minutes away and then we must hitchhike.

Our group is in two minds about whether or not these guys deserve the money we promised them. At the end of the day, what are we paying them for? An awkward, dangerous, extended boat ride and a possibly missed bus? The Germans are adamant we pay them nothing and so we have a drunk Bolivian, now in undies, begging  and following us inland as we find the route to civilization.

This brings us to the end of the story, and can you believe it- it’s a happy one! The Germans waved down a truck which only had room for two so off they went. They caught their bus just in time. In fact they may have had to chase it down before they got on. The rest of us eventually got a lift in a fire truck before the heavens opened. 

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Malsingdoland – a short Asia film

Driftsole is a start-up project to keep and eye on! My insider information can guarantee heaps more great content like Malsingdoland. *Watch this space


Driftsole Media: Adventure is for everyone

I spent 496 days teaching and living in Thailand. It was one of the most fulfilling and rewarding things I’ve done. I’ll let the video to do the talking.
(Be sure to click on HD and full screen)

View original post

Can’t get to France? Just go to Franschoek.

I’m not from the Western Cape so when I go there I’m just as much of tourist as the countless tourists that come from far and wide. I might even appreciate the area more than a foreigner because it is a corner of my country where (in a nutshell) things function. (This province is run by a woman- do what you want with that information.)


A late sunset is typical of the Western Cape. Here its being enjoyed by diners at La Petite Ferme

Functionality aside, places like Franschoek are just breathtakingly beautiful. There are few places where I find myself amazed that in every direction, around every corner, through every window and doorway, I see a view to behold. Most of these vistas are available from the countless wine farms. The Western Cape is known as being south Africa’s Wine Country, and Franschoek is arguably the best of the best.

The view as seen from the tasting room of Porcupine Ridge.

The view as seen from the tasting room of Porcupine Ridge.

Through the vines at Dieu Donne wine estate. Arguably the best views on offer.

Through the vines at Dieu Donne wine estate. Arguably the best views on offer.

The history of Franschoek, which means French Corner, is not only rich but also very evident. It was once the settling ground of French Huguenots who left their motherland 300 years ago. Their reformed religious convictions were outlawed in France so they set sail for the Cape to join Dutch settlers who shared similar religious beliefs. 

A dominant feature in the center of town- a church in true Cape Dutch style

A dominant feature in the center of town- a church in true Cape Dutch style

If you, like me, were unaware that some of the most prominent and dominant Afrikaans surnames are deeply rooted in France then you will learn something here today. Surnames that are directly linked to French settlers include:

Cronje (Cronier), de Klerk (Le Clercq), Visagie (Visage), de Villiers, du Preez, du Plessis, du Toit, Fourie, Fouche, Giliomee (Guilliaume), Gous / Gouws (Gauch).

This list is by no means comprehensive. Basically, if you can think of an Afrikaans surname- that surname was probably originally French. And here I was linking all South Africa’s Dutchmen to the Dutch. 

Part of the list of original French Huguenots in the Huguenot museum

Part of the list of original French Huguenots in the Huguenot museum

Now when I say that this history is evident, I don’t only mean that there is a great Huguenot museum in Franschoek. Every street name, every restaurant, wine estate and shop are all, if not mostly, French. Bon-bon this, petit that. 


‘The Main Drag’. Notice the ‘Bijoux’ Chocolates.

These days Franschoek is known for its gastronomy and is undoubtedly the gastronomic hub of South Africa. It is home to some of the country’s best restaurants. So if you’re a food lover, wine lover, history lover or even just a beautiful landscape lover, Franschoek has something for you. 


Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Through the Karoo

When we meet someone who has been to South Africa or is planning a trip there we always ask the same question: where did you go? And we, more often than not, oooh and aaah over classic must-sees like Cape Town, the Garden Route and The Kruger National Park. But what, I say, about the Karoo?


There’s no place quite like it. It is spectacular in its sparseness- but then again I’ve always had a thing for dry areas. Of course the Garden Route is a must see for various reasons, and people are naturally drawn to beautiful coastlines, but the massive part of our country that is the Karoo is in a league of its own.


My most recent trip through there has got me seriously thinking about suggesting it to future visitors of our majestic country. I’m from the North West province so a journey through this area is necessary if you’re en-route to Cape Town. And if you do find yourself there, go one step further and take the road less travelled. Get off the highway and experience some (actually) really good tarred roads connecting Karoo towns- doing this you can truly appreciate the open, beautiful spaces in South Africa.

The long straight roads will lead you to enchanting towns, somewhat stuck in the past with their Victorian architecture. Telling stories of days gone by when the area was filled with Boers trekking through the interior, fighting bloody battles against the Brits and locals in the Anglo-Boer War.IMG_0246

In the Karoo, much like other parts of the country, you will be awed by a spectacular array of cloud formations. I love them for the depth they give to photographs and can find myself looking at them for ages. What is it about South Africa and clouds? Nothing beats them.


I’m not a morning person, but on the odd occasion, when I’m forced to be up to see the sun rise, I realise that dawn is an incredibly beautiful time of day and one that I should really make more of an effort to see. Unfortunately sleep is very important to me. There are plenty of child-raising years to come where I will be up around that time.


Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

The Rain in Spain Falls Mainly in San Sebastian

By the time I had to leave San Sebastian I was in love. Then I got on a train and laid my eyes on the interior parts of Basque Country and felt even more love for it all. The lanscape, with its rolling green hills and autumn coloured trees, dense wooded areas and old country houses reminded me of Oregon and England simultaneously. Like a combination of these UK and US based places rolled into one and flung across to Spain’s north east coast.


Looking onto the smaller ‘surfing’ beach from the landmark hill that divides San Sebastian in two.

San Sebastian sits on the Atlantic Ocean, only about 100km’s from the French border and 600km’s from Barcelona on the Mediterranean. After having spent a month in Barcelona, other traveller’s San Sebastian stories seemed reason enough to choose it as my next destination. And I haven’t made such a good travel-related decision in a long time. San Sebastian blew me away.

Literally and metaphorically. I wasn’t welcomed with the best weather, to say the least. There were moments of borderline gale force winds, which on one particular night had me cowering under the covers after attempting to go out. At one stage, on a walk up the town’s iconic Jesus-statued-hill, I failed to exit the labyrinth of roads and pathways successfully while having the wind and rain let me know who was boss.


The town’s Maritime Museum and Aquarium. Just as cool inside as it is outside.

The wintery weather wasn’t a dampener for me. The clouds, rain and stormy seas almost add a certain charm to the place. Perhaps my love for the English countryside and the USA’s north-west coast is what’s got me feeling so passionate about San Sebastian. Those of you who have seen England’s rolling green hills will have a pretty good idea of what I’m talking about. For those who have watched the Twilight saga…… its filmed in Oregon.

The reason why San Sebastian is doable and lovable in spite of the weather is mainly because of its gastronomic situation. Certainly the culinary leader within the country, this unassuming town recently surpassed places like Paris and New York in becoming the ‘world’s greatest Gastronomic destination’.


San Sebastian is known for it’s ‘Pintxos’ (Pinchos). Tapa style/ finger food.

It boasts more Michelin Stars per capita than anywhere else in the world and attracts all kinds of people, from the average traveller, to the food-loving-traveller, to the travelling chefs of the world who want an insight into San Sebastian’s food scene. I met one on my first night- an Indian chef of a European Restaurant in Mumbai. His culinary-eurotrip had him shadowing in all kinds of top notch restaurants across the continent. Follow him here, you wont be disappointed!  

If you happen to be as much of a surfer as you are a food-lover (and you also don’t mind the odd bit of rainfall), then San Sebastian is the place for you. I counted at least 20 surfers out in the water, even with the weather as it was. Perhaps its the laidback ‘surfer atmosphere’ that is attractive about this place. Who can resist chilled vibes with good food?


Getting to San Sebastian from Madrid, Barcelona or pretty much anywhere in Spain is fairly easy. There are buses and trains that run there frequently. The bus option being the cheaper one. The cheapest option however is the online carpooling site People already travelling to your destination will post an ad with details like time, dates and price. Just be sure to confirm how much luggage you’re travelling with in case they can’t accommodate it. Drivers can be ‘vouched for’ or ‘verified’ by others who have travelled with them before. I Paid 100 euros (cringe) for a return train ticket to San Sebastian from Barcelona. Carpooling would have cost me half of that.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Smoker’s Paradise: Barcelona and the Legal Weed Scene

Arriving at a non-descript place, situated in a small but busy square, neighboured by various shops and restaurants, we ring the doorbell. Someone who looks like he smokes all day every day comes to let us in. I’m with a familiar face and we’re welcomed inside. My chaperone pulls up a chair and sits with some friends who frequent the place just as often. I’m on my own and head to the counter………

I did hardly any research prior to my Spanish trip for reasons I’m not really sure of. I knew I didn’t want to see a boat and be able to eat, sleep, socialise, ‘live’ at my own pace for a while. 11am mornings, early nights, late nights, see people, not see people. Sightsee on days I want to and not feel bad about some good, long chill sessions.

The whole Cataln culture and desire for independence thing was news to me when I arrived. But what I also had no idea about, and what actually affected my life directly was what came to my attention regarding the marijuana culture in Barcelona. In one sentence, smoking a joint is almost as socially acceptable as puffing away on a cigarette (although we all know that’s borderline taboo itself).

I was constantly aware of the smell of weed- on the streets, during the day, at night, at the hostel, outside pubs and clubs. Everywhere. It took me a couple days to finally come to the realisation that marijuana in Barcelona Is an accepted part of life. I mean this not only in the way that it is socially acceptable to smoke the stuff, but also in its accessibility.

Thanks to a loophole found in laws pertaining to marijuana in Spain, opportunists have managed to build businesses (legal ones) based on the sale of it. Yes- you can purchase weed, legally, over the counter. And once you’ve done that, you can pull up a couch in the establishment, roll yourself a joint and enjoy it in peace.  

These ‘clubs’ as they’re called are a relatively new thing but for a long time the law has allowed two marijuana plants per person, so long as its grown and smoked in the privacy of your own home. The loophole works more or less this way: They take your allowance of 2 plants and provide you with a regular yield at a fair price that you can collect from the club every day. For every member that joins, the club can then add and grow another two plants to their ever growing fields of herb. Obviously not everyone is purchasing marijuana from their ‘own’ plants, although some do.


Drug use and possession for personal use do not constitute a criminal offense under Spanish law (crimes must have victims in Spain). All things considered, I felt comfortable publishing this photo.

Towards the end of my extensive hostel stay I was what you might call ‘accepted’ by the staff as ‘one of them’, or a little more than a guest at the least. Their ‘local’ club is conveniently located 2 blocks away, and as with any of these establishments, one needs to be a member to gain access. Id spoken to enough passing travellers to know that obtaining a membership at one of these places is as easy as one, two, three. Quite literally. 1. Arrive at club, 2. Sign up as a member with any form of identification and 20 euros, 3. Purchase the marijuana of your choice. Indoor, Outdoor, Sativa, Indica, 50/50 for 4,5,6,7,8 euro a gram. Your choice.

IMG_20131112_144615[1]Some clubs are a little nicer than others but they all provide the same function. You will always get a few different strains on offer and will never be disappointed by strengths and tastes as every batch is monitored for a high standard. On arrival you might be offered drinks and a seat and some of the nicer clubs will even host cinema evenings and club nights where you can get to know fellow smokers.

……..He photocopies my ID book, cuts out the picture and glues it to what will be my membership card. Then he puts it in the laminating machine and we begin to talk business. This is a first for me- purchasing marijuana in much the same manner as I used to rent my movies from the movie store. Being out of the loop in terms of what’s what on the ‘menu’, I ask, ‘what’s your favourite?’ A question I used to ask the movie store people.

I settle on one called 1024- an interesting name- the only one I’ve come across made solely out of numbers. I reunite with my friend and pull up a chair. I meet his friends. Also Argentinians. The one’s been to South Africa- on a rugby tour 15 years ago. I’m told what needs to happen next and I oblige. Even though there’s already one going round the table.

Want to read more about this unique situation? Here is a great article with some sweet pictures.


Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Barcelona- a month in pictures

What better way to wind down after a long summer of work than to immerse myself in the captivating city of Barcelona. With so much to see and do, its only fitting that I stay for an extended period of time and really get to know it. Click on the first image to start the slide show and enjoy 🙂

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , ,