San Jose, Costa Rica
Luckily for us the results were all negative.
Granada, Nicaragua
The sun comes out in Granada and we get talking.
Dancing in the clouds.
In which I catch a glimpse of my youth.
Split Rock Lighthouse
Memories of a favourite picture book, and more besides.
I’ve seen hope in America
And it shone from the face of a man a long way from home.
Matariki, and for me the stars align.
Why, you might wonder, were we standing on the side of the road, in the country-side, at night?
I need three feet; no, make that four.
“The beauty of travel, as of love or terror, is that it regularly turns all your ideas on your head and reminds you that you really know nothing at all.” Pico Iyer
The korero