First time in South America

Still just a baby and it was my first time in South America. I am standing at the top of…

Writer’s block

I sit down to write. But my head is heavy. I think of the words I could put down on…

Between the pampas grass in the hills of Córdoba in the heart of Argentina I realise months later I left…

Just like a dream. Riding through the pink pampas grass in the afternoon sun in the hills of Córdoba.

It’s time for something else it seems. All I want to do is be at home and take care of…

I sit in the jungle on top of one of the temples of Ek Balam. It’s about 10am and most…

“Despacio [slowly]”, he says but our horses are nothing but. With pointed ears they prance around impatiently as they listen…

Hans händer är stora och grova. De matchar inte den smala kroppen och de tunna armarna som döljer styrka som…

Sometimes I wonder if I have ever written something real. If I’d be truly honest it’s hard. It’s a challenge…

Finally I find something that feels Mexican. That feels interesting. Homemade tortillas and food cooked in clay pots. At Reciprico,…