Butterflies and Mimosa
I’ve always been a fan of provincial museums. Which probably comes from growing up in an era when the Thomas the Tank Engine road show...
I’ve always been a fan of provincial museums. Which probably comes from growing up in an era when the Thomas the Tank Engine road show...
Who needs a playground when you have a jungle swing? This is Z, swinging on a vine, on his way to Kbal Spean, Cambodia. One...
Much to both of our surprise, Z and I last night enjoyed a healthy Filipino meal. And discovered the most amazing seaweed: lato. A type...
This is Z enjoying Skype. It’s a webcam picture, that he shot himself, in the throes of one of the sessions of gurning, face-making, and...
Yesterday we said goodbye to Granny and Grandpa, who are off to Hong Kong for a week of sybaritic luxury with an old friend, then...
Z has had his first dive! In Puerto Galera, the Philippines, one of the world’s best diving spots. He’s become progressively more excited about diving...
“You can’t swim in the crater now,” says Michael, our guide, as we negotiate the bangka across Lake Taal to the serene, petite volcano at...
We left Marinduque the other morning, the third sailing of the day so crowded that the girls selling arrowroot cookies and purple yam pastillas have...
Easter Monday, and Marinduque is back into election mode. Banner-fluttering jeepneys pump out the Pilipino answer to Things Can Only Get Better in clouds as...
Throughout history, and prehistory, festivals have provided the opportunity for misrule, orgies and drunkenness. And smart missionaries, whether Brahmans, Jesuits or Theravada Buddhists have always...