The Purple Haze of Provence

It’s like solidified ultra-violet rays. Lavender coats the hills of Provence in shades of blue, indigo and violet. Corduroy streaks the hills, pausing at cypress windbreaks, timeworn abbeys and native forest. The plants form a playground for impossibly cute animals – bumblebees as fluffy as persian cats, plump field bunnies and chittering, swooping swallows. But…

So very nice to meat you…

Recently, I returned to my home town of Melbourne, Australia for a visit. While I was there, the Australian news teams discovered some brutality going on in Indonesia. Australians were being slaughtered callously, slowly, unhygienically, unprofessionally. No, I’m not talking about humans, I’m talking about livestock. A couple of reporters had gone into some Indonesian…

Souk, Souq, Suq

I can smell it as the abra touch-parks at the riverbank. The aromas lead me stumbling up the gangplanks and into a throbbing intersection. I ponder for a moment – safe stroll through the subway, or manic death-wish rush through Deira traffic? I opt for the road – the thought of darkness, dankness and urine…