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Desert Days
There are times. when we’re out of the country, that I miss the Germaness of our life.
And yes, by ‘Germaness’, I mean all those horrible cliche’s and stereotypes that most Auslanders (foreigners) associate with German culture. But I’m refering particularly to the ones that revolve around ‘order’, ‘punctuality’ and ‘planning’.
I don’t miss them often, but ...there are times.
And it might sound strange to you, but one of those times, was when we woke up here: Read More
Short Stories from GC: V (The Breakfast Buffet)
There must be over 200 people in the room, and we’re existing as clear outliers from the average age.
Colourwise too, we are eggshell. They are somewhere between ‘crispy bacon’ and ‘burnt wurst’- leathery delights. When we walk past some of them on the beach I can imagine their bellies pricked and bursting and sizzling like a sausage.
Disgusting. Read More
Short Stories from GC: IV (Cattails sounds like a bad word in German)
One of my favourite things about being in Spain (even if it is the Spanish Islands)- is the flowers.
They’re a lot like those from home! Read More
Short Stories from GC: III (Wind is just WIN with a smiley)
Here is a gif of it being windy.
You’re welcome.
Desert Night- Erg Chebbi
We spent most of New Year’s Day of 2015 in a car, heading to the small Moroccan desert, Erg Chebbi, that borders Algeria.
What’s the bet that I won’t get through this blog post without accidentally writing ‘dessert’ instead of desert eh? Read More
Short Stories from GC: II (A fish with a fish said the gingerbread man)
These Spanish are Crazy Asterix! Read More
Hanover
I sometimes get the feeling that Berliners aren’t really into the idea of any other German city. When you ask them where to visit, they suggest London over Leipzig, although if pushed, you can usually get ‘Hamburg, Freiburg, Dresden’ out. Andy uses the word parochial, but he is pretentious…. Read More
Short Stories from GC: I (Where the Volcano Meets the Sea)
There’s a lovely Australian children’s book called ‘Where the Forest Meets the Sea’.
The beaches at Playa de Ingles are ‘Where the volcano meets the sea’.
The Remaining Fes
Fes is so far away now that the memories are starting to shift about. I’ll try to stick to the true plot. Read More