Some time ago I found an old wiro notebook in a drawer. A scruffy wiro bound notebook with a photo of 2 men in a kayak with a bear on the front cover. In that notebook I found terrible sketches drawn in pencil made while travelling in 1991. One sketch leapt out at me. It was a rough pencil sketch of Mt Ararat from a backpacking trip to eastern Turkey. The sketch really surprised me – it was a very basic pencil sketch, drawn using a .5mm technical pencil on a cheap notepad. The sketch is just black and white… To my surprise the sounds and smells of the day came flooding back. Meeting some Kurdish goat herders and their flock near the base of Mt Ararat, about 10km from the Iranian border on a bright sunny but cool, alpine day. Along with memories of driving across the mountain steppe in an old Renault 19 and the smells of chai and coffee in a Doğubayazıt pasta solunu. It all came back come flooding back! Why did it evoke such vivid memories? I’m not really sure to be honest. Maybe t...
Today, Sunday 6th of February, is Waitangi Day in New Zealand. The day we commemorate the signing of a treaty between Maori and the British Crown on 1840, our so called founding document.
We joined thousands of others in sweltering heat at Okahu bay for live reggae, hangi food (and just about any other type of food for that matter, even the not so polynesian Paella) and a swim. What a great way to spend the day though, swimming with the kids while Herbs belt out their Pacific reggae classics.
We joined thousands of others in sweltering heat at Okahu bay for live reggae, hangi food (and just about any other type of food for that matter, even the not so polynesian Paella) and a swim. What a great way to spend the day though, swimming with the kids while Herbs belt out their Pacific reggae classics.
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