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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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  • 119. Modern Family 2.

    Modern Family has always been a favourite sit com of mine. Never in a million years did I think I’d be starring in the second version of it – involving one kiwi and a bunch of Colombians, instead of one Colombian and.. you get the picture. My Colombian friend has a cool 31 years under…

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  • 118.Transmitting happy without words for 24 hours straight.

      I’ve been thinking a lot about my amazing New Year’s Eve experience in the small town two buses away from Bogota. (I’ve been told off quite a lot about spelling both Colombia and Bogota incorrectly, by the way, with a passionate Latin tongue. So, I’ll be watching that in future) I spent over 24…

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  • 117. Superstition is the poetry of life.

      I’m back in Bogota after being part of an extraordinary set of New Year’s Eve  celebrations in a small town called Facatativa, two buses away. I was invited by my Colombian friend to attend his family celebrations, and in a heart beat I was in its epicentre. New Year’s Eve here is full of…

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  • 118. Bite me Colombia.

    After a year when I have faced more challenges alone than the first series of Survivor, I’ve taken myself off to recharge. So I’m in one of my happy places, 39000 feet in the air on my way to Colombia, via Houston. Im re-watching a documentary at the moment about Studio 54 . I started…

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  • 117. Karaoke Me.

    So we were out with our hosts, both attractive young thirty somethings who had the keys to the town.  And our hosts were determined to create memories for us, even if that meant we couldn’t remember it in the morning. We started at Yardbird, an izakaya that specializes in chicken yakitori. Sake and hoots of…

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  • 116. How to sweat champagne

    I am sitting on a sofa in an apartment in Hong Kong. Wednesday morning. I was up yesterday morning at 330 to catch a flight here and once here had to immediately inhale a lot of champagne and other associated stimulants. It would have been rude not to. Staying in New Zealand time, it was…

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