Me and the motorbike taxi
In which one square centimetre of cotton helps me cross the language barrier, or does it?
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Freshly Seen at Jill’s Scene during August
Writing, gardening, and travel photography; all together on Freshly Seen
Two go boating in Lumpini Park.
In which there’s more to paddling than you might first expect.
Me versus the machine: travel theme, grey.
In which pride rides before a fall – again.
Still more on the Kirk Sundial
As with fog in winter, the sun clears things up.
Lessons for life, from my devices.
I arrive home as scheduled and my iPad takes a detour.
When is a road trip not a road trip?
In which our plans are thwarted and our road trip revised.
The korero