Tagged: Observations

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Not the other thing

There is a woman running up the street towards the hospital. I stick my head out the window, into the cool spring night, and watch her as she runs in her jeans, and jumper, and low-heeled boots, clutching her bag to her side so it doesn’t bang. The sky at...

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Printing pleasures

There’s lots of things to love about living in a country like Croatia. And one of my favourite things is printing. Yes, printing. No one likes to own a printer. They’re expensive and they die after about 45 minutes, and the cartridges never really work, and they are just in...

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Around the block

I love Australia, I do. I just spent four weeks there and some things are just so easy. Friendships and socialising, shopping on a Sunday, no cigarettes or smokers, an actual variety of excellent dinner options. But it’s also expensive. Bloody expensive. I’m working from home today, back in Zagreb,...

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On using your fingers, at all times, correctly

Each morning I sit down to journal, just for 3 pages, no more. Anything more is indulgence. I start from the realm of dreams and sit, bleary-eyed, at my desk, hot cup of tea in hand, in my right hand, my writing hand. It makes it hard to write, sometimes....

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When do we lose our favourite book?

I was doing my daily Yoga with Adriene today (daily is relative) and as we sat massaging our feet, Adriene asked me – through the screen, she spoke to me – what’s your favourite book? Leave a comment, she said, and tell me what your favourite book is. And as...

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Between the buttocks of a naked statue

I am sitting between the buttocks of a naked statue and an ancient water pump and in the midst of, alternately, the smell of herbal cigarettes and fried pastry. Croatian men have deep resonant voices that sound unreal, as in they don’t actually sound real, a bit forced or something....

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Zagreb After Hours

If you get to the Dolac, or any of Zagreb’s markets, just as it’s closing, you’ll see a small army of old women in three-quarter length worsted skirts, digging through the leftover boxes, looking for food. This is Zagreb after hours. You can get quite a meal, if you know...

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A perfectly ordinary day

Looking back over my posts, I feel like all I do is relate complaints and hi-jinks. But actually, most of walking is just that – walking. On a 30 kilometre day I’m doing 8 hours of walking, and only have 3 interesting tid-bits to share. On a good day (a...

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The waiter of Marseille

At first glance, Marseille is a sprawling harbour city, with restaurants and bars stretching from end to end. But just one street back and away from this central hub and you’ll find small squares bustling with friendly locals, affordable beer and multicultural food. After a delicious dinner of mussels and...