wanderings & wonderings

Experienced during my lengthy travels round the world on Rosie, my beloved bicycle, in 1992. I am an island child. Born under a water sun sign, raised in the spray of the surf. I love the mountains…and the jungles and deserts. But over the passage of time I am always called back to the ocean. As I left the alpine foothills behind me and approached the coast, I was yearning to see the sea. To feel it. Smell it. Taste it. Cycling through the crowded chaos that personifies Geno

16/7/2006 Central Bali, late June. The morning after the night before. A night where the earth moved for me, and countless others on the island. Another earthquake in the early hours. Measuring 4.5 on the Richter Scale, thirty three kilometres below the surface of the earth, felt across the southern part of the island. Thankfully no loss of life nor damage to property but yet another reminder to us all of the precariousness of living on the Ring of Fire. It left in its wake

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.

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

Friends are here from the UK at the moment and are totally overawed at the magic that is Singapore - efficient airport bedecked in flowers, 5 star hotel at an affordable price, excellent food, safe water, public transport that runs on time, no chewing gum stuck to the streets and, of course, an endless array of shiny, ice-cool shopping malls. It’s very, very wet at the moment but rain is what it does here given our proximity to the equator and even though us locals witte