Toledo at last

“My soul’s on fire, lifted higher by a higher love. I sur­render heart and soul, sac­ri­fice to a higer love…” (Depeche Mode) Inter­est­ing. This was the first song that iTunes chose to play for me when I first relaxed in my pen­sion in Toledo. I...

And we’re back…

*aaahhh* Back on the air, pen­sion booked for Toledo. Now to eat dinner, go buy my train ticket for Toledo and relax. The bloody Rus­sian visa can go do things with the phone card for all I care. Oh and sleazemon­key? You were right about the Museu de...

fragile

The Rus­sian con­su­late exper­i­ence was… unim­press­ive. Pacific´s web mail is down. I phoned my mother in a fit of piqué and ran my mobile card down to zero. Ouch. I never found a wire­less net­work and so I’ve been paying for access. Grumble....

Exposure

So here I am on the other side of the world, and I walk into the Insti­tute of Con­tem­por­ary Cul­ture… and there, on a poster, is a photo of me and apo­cra­ph­ilia and Christina and Cath­er­ine naked in Mel­bourne one rainy morn­ing in 2001. Of...

siempre

Tarantula count for hawk_eye: 0. There are how­ever turtles, teensy-weensy turtles. Lots of them. Cutest ever. And squir­rels. And ham­sters. And pigeons that seem to be either trying to lib­er­ate the finches in the cages or get in there with them, I’m not...