More bloody ghosts!

Let's change pace again - no pics or pith...just words before I forget them. There's something about Thailand that mashes up my subconscious like a banana in a blender. My sweet Thai dreams last night were again haunted by weirdness and spirits from the past. It wasn't a bad thing, and the haunting this time … Continue reading More bloody ghosts!

…blur

Its easy to lose track of time when there is no discernible difference between day and night - its all the same here. Just a small variation in the quality of the light. Bright midday sun all day long heightened by the constant blazing glare off the snowcover and the glistening ice, softening to a … Continue reading …blur

…so long

...and thanks for the 11-20 metre waves ahead.  **This is a placeholder post in case I lose service. If I do then it’s 2 weeks of no internet and social media blackout. This may be brief but I’ll try to update throughout the day - it is a little hectic. So far so good. The … Continue reading …so long

…moments

9am Sunday, Portland Oregon. Downtown. ...a gaunt bearded man in sandals, torn black pleather and dirty grey tracksuit pants shuffles by the corner window of Powells Bookstore cafe, wheeling a wobbling red Zimmer frame overflowing with glistening black garbage bags filled with everything he owns in this world.  He doesn't look up, doesnt see me. … Continue reading …moments

Back to the present…

I'm travelling overseas more and more frequently now as my last real anchor to a conventional life was buried with Mum in February.  All that remains now is a need to keep moving, and the notion of settling down and making do is vanishing behind me. So... this 'Travel' thing eh?  I'm totally lost to … Continue reading Back to the present…

…time

My mother died today. She was a complicated woman, who found a strong quiet man that loved her completely. The best thing about today is that they are together again. We all seem to think we have enough time. We don't.

homecoming…

I'm back where I started 11 months ago and the only thing that's changed is me. Leaving Chiang Mai on Monday was just another flight, just another airport and I guess didn't really even register as a "this is over" moment as far as my travels for 2016 was concerned. I'd tried not to dwell … Continue reading homecoming…