Often during the holiday season I get rather bored so have a tendency to watch large numbers of documentaries. As many of you are also documentary buffs here are some for the month. 853 more words
I was in Paris for a few days towards the end of November. The night before I went, as per, I waged a duel between the desire to sleep and the worry that if I did, I might not hear my alarm pinging, in the small hours, and as a result miss my flight. 428 more words
Living in the UK three hours flight means European city break. Living in Delhi, three hours flight means the desert of UAE.
My second trip to the art fair in Abu Dhabi – the last having been an unexpected detour on the first day of a holiday a few years ago when I went to see the brilliant Hattie Bowering in Dubai and ended up being woken up jet lagged off the sofa cushions, shoved in a car and made to sit in weird workshops where I made plaster casts of my face. 780 more words