the build up

It's bank holiday weekend and the tickets to Buenos Aires are booked and airbnb reserved. It has been an immense journey to even get to a place where I can envisage going so far for so long on. Somewhere deep inside, I am just listening to the sound of heart, that lively pump, giving signs of life and right now, I am going where the sounds beat harder, where life meets real living. I am excited and  terrified but if exploration is my end goal, then it cannot be so bad. Down the line, it is all I could be guilty of wanting from a new place, a new project and new company.
This is a note to say that after a long pause from the virtual comfort blanket, of blogging my steps, I am back to track the biggest journey of a lifetime. First stop: Buenos Aires.

Memphis on the Mississipi.

One day.. some day, any day please!!!

Antigua, Guatemala

This is where I want to drink my noisette today

a shot of joy

Not someone who usually publicises personal photos, I thought I would just throw this one out there. It is actually a picture of a girl I know and myself (I am the one in the hat facing away from all you pretty people) in a small town in Mallorca on market day. There is something so joyful about the moment, as we try on hats, oblivious to the crowds swarming around us, probably doing much the same thing, except with olives or cheese or a new dress. It takes a truly beautiful day for us to want to block the sun from our happy faces.

Cox's Bazar, Bangladesh

The unsettled ( grrr) snow has inspired me to take a peek at the longest beach in the world in Bangladesh. It is 75 miles long and is named after a yellow flower. My only consolation for not being on it, is that wearing bikinis is frowned upon. Actually, on second thoughts, this may be a future hot spot for all  those whose winter wobbles who are in need of a less obvious tan-line. The question is where's better to cover up- sloppy London ( did I mention the snow hasn't settled??) or  baking Bangladesh?

laugh or cry?

East meets French pop

Rockfort, the French cultural website, is organising an event on Friday, 19th November at Rich Mix and includes ethereally poppy tunes from La Feline, some jazzy weird stuff from Ray Bartok but best of all, Guess What: French peeps dressed in masks and turbans, whose album is devoted to the Russian astronaut, Yuri Gagarin. A fascinating bunch, who seem as scary but exciting as going East to see them....

flamenco flavours at Costa Dourada, Hanway street

If you can't find it or you are too scared because you think you'll get mugged, don't worry, even if you do, the sound of flamenco feet and smells of spicy chorizo will have you in a state of warm iberian oblivion in no time. I love this place ; it's romantic in a let's stuff our faces and not talk to each other and look at the flamenco bums sort of way.  And bonus, it's also cheesy and silly in a ''we have just stuffed our faces so we'll dance until three to Shakira or Enrique' kind of way, if you are really unlucky.

http://www.timeout.com/external_link/?http://www.costadoradarestaurant.co.uk

wandering pole hits the highlands