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Not your (well, my, grandma’s library)
Not your (well, my) grandma’s library) I’m embarking on a new travel(ish) series: I will be exploring Norway in the most unadventurous way possible, via its network of public libraries. Hush now, it’s not as boring as you imagine! How many mountains do you need to see on-screen? One, maybe, I think. Maybe two, if…
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Unexpected Stuff From Strangers’ Mouths: Complicit Racism On a Visit Home
There must be something about my face. People want to talk to it. My sister’s been told she has resting bitch face, and I seem to project a benign resting Labrador face. My face and I are quite fond of minding our own business (quite unlike the aforementioned sister, who once joined a passing police…
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Humans of Hessdalen: searching for UFOs in Trøndelag
My friend Martin is responsible for this one. En route to the wedding in Lidkoping in September, bragging about how I’m finding a more outgoing, adventurous side of myself these past months, he chuckled: “You should definitely come to our UFO safari next week then”. At first I pretended I didn’t hear anything, because what I…
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Love, lakes (and Swedish-priced liquor!) in Lidköping (Sweden).
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Oh sure, Lidköping was fabulous, lovely, excellent even. But the most exciting part was that we had a FULL, TODDLER-FREE WEEKEND. That’s correct. Almost four years into being parents, and we’re already running about, care-free, tasting meringues and sleeping until nine in the morning. The obscene decadence of it. It was bliss. But to…
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Jomfruland, Kragerø (Telemark, Norway)
Some weeks ago we were invited to celebrate the birthday of a friend at a rented house three hours outside of Oslo. The invite was extended by a pair of people so delightful that I would have probably agreed to tag along if they told me Billy Corgan would be there performing only songs from…
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OVERHEARD… at UCT this morning:
“So, like, in your house, when it’s Lent & stuff… what do you DO?” “Oh, you know, we eat fish and um, try to avoid sugar and…stuff.” “Erg.” “Erg.”
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Southern Suburbs Surrender – An average Monday Commute
I always enjoyed taking the bus. Two years ago, when I had given up on being manhandled by taxi gaatjies, I turned to the old (un)faithful Golden Arrow services which, though the waiting time was a little random and the bus terminus was a little rank, was a far more pleasurable and spacious experience if…
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Trains, canes & hungry dames – Kalk Bay Eating
This post was originally from June 23 2014 on a different blog. Today was a day with Ma (my grandmother). We’d planned to go to my eat out in my neighbourhood, but it seems Mondays are not good days for people in the Southern Suburbs. So we went on an adventure. Uh, all the way to…
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An Unlikely Coffee Haunt – Lansdowne Recycling Centre
Alright. Nobody expects a coffee shop at their local recycling centre. And then, after the initial surprise, one really doesn’t expect it to be this GOOD. A week or so ago, on an early Saturday morning, I was trying out a new recycling establishment after the Grumpy Guses at my old one made me wonder…
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