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  • 148. The middle of the middle

    148. The middle of the middle

    There’s a particular kind of humility that comes from being assigned seat 28E. The middle. The mathematical centre of other people’s discomfort, for thirteen hours, from Los Angeles to Aotearoa. To my right: a woman whose body had simply outgrown the architecture around it (and the bones buried within it). Her flesh pressed warmly against…

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  • 46. Sri Lankan God of the Mini Bar.

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  • 45. Kia Ora Casa Colombo

    I would have so much more money in the bank if I didn’t love hotels so much.   And I think this one I love the most.  But I have said that before.  I am that girl. After an hour by taxi, hurtling through a sleeping city, we arrived at Casa Colombo, Sri Lanka around 3am.…

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  • 44. Training to be a Bar Fly.

    Westfield has a lot to learn about food halls. This is the Starhill Gallery, wine and dine awhile department,  one floor below the sweltering heat of a Kuala Lumpar late afternoon. I was happy, so very very happy.

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  • 43. Numbers. Not a game.

    We finally got an 8.2. Cody has been riding in the high teens since we were in the departure lounge and the novo doesn’t seem to have been working.  This is scary; it makes you feel powerless.  Drugs = Effect right? Not always, we have learned. It is like the light has come back on…

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  • 42. The makeup free holiday.

    I had great plans of this being a makeup free holiday.  But when I was out with the boy yesterday, every time I looked in a plate glass window, this was staring back at me. I don’t know if it’s my impending dotage breathing on the back of my neck, or the natural state  of…

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  • 41. The new face of Asia

    I went to Kuala Lumpur today and I saw this.

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