When I went to Peru in 2007, I saw Machu Picchu at dawn, learned to play backgammon with an American lady from Aspen, and ate roast chicken and apple crumble at an unashamedly western restaurant called The Real McCoy. Unfortunately, I also had my camera nicked (hence the lack of photos to prove these things)…
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May
One downside of visiting the same city seven times in sixteen years is that some of my favourite places one trip are gone the next. The upside is that when mourning the loss of one of those favourite places in Buenos Aires, I noticed something a block or two away: the Our Lady of Mercy…
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May
The Ancient Greek play Oedipus Rex featured Jocasta: a woman who liked being a wife and mother, until she found out that she was the wife and mother to the same person. I probably should have been suspicious when the latest movie at the Spanish Film Festival (The Projectionist) began with a quote from the…
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May
On the afternoon I arrived in Buenos Aires for the seventh time, someone asked me if I planned to drive there. I said, ‘I’ve never driven on the right hand side of the road, and I don’t think central Buenos Aires is a good place to start.’ Wearing seat belts, stopping at red lights, using…
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Apr
… is to see them all. Which is what I intend to do at the 2019 Spanish Film Festival. After 30 movies in 14 days in 2015, this year it shouldn’t be too difficult to watch 31 in 22. There are actually 32 films, but I saw Crime Wave, starring Maribel Verdú (pictured in the…
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Apr
It was at Iguazu Falls. Sadly, the humidly meant this wasn’t an effective way of drying my shirt. This was how I’d got it wet in the first place: A worthwhile trade-off, methinks.
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Apr
I originally went to the Perth Stamp & Coin Show today because my friend Ian Boulton is running it, and I thought it’d be good to see and support him. I expected to pop in, say hello, have a quick look round, then leave. But then I encountered this perspex of Diana, which I thought…
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Mar
