…we had a mini family reunion in Brussels. I was in London anyway staying with Joanna, out of whose room I sneaked at a horribly early hour in the morning, to get two trains (and a very strong coffee) to meet dad, mum and Jen at Redhill station, dad’s old stomping ground. I think it’s…
I’ve often heard people telling great stories about all the people they randomly meet while travelling and the conversations they have that are so significant. I always think, yeah right, like that actually happens to anyone. Yesterday while I was sitting at a bus stop in the middle of a housing estate in not-the-prettiest German…
This weekend I was working, attending a youth conference that is part of a campaign called Act Positive by a coalition of NGOs including four that I work with, to educate young people about HIV&AIDS and inspire them to act. Despite being officially “work” it was fun. There was a team from Youth for Christ…
Yesterday was a Belgium bank holiday to remember those who have died in war. Of course all the Parliament and Commission staff still had to work, out of political correctness. So maybe I should have stayed in work, interacted with the EC staff on important development and relief issues. Bothered. I was taking the day…
I’ve had some wonderful photos filling my inbox the last few weeks, that I take a sneaky look at every few hours just because these kiddies are soooo adorable! These first two are of the kids I nannied while I was at uni… so grown up since then. Now they’re back in the States. Oh…
No I don’t wanna battle from beginning to end; I don’t wanna cycle or recycle revenge; I don’t wanna follow death and all his friends. These lyrics from Coldplay are going round and round my head, illustrated with images from DRC and Afghanistan this week.