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Refined Tastes

6.30am My phone buzzes, ripping me from sleep. It’s a text message from Annie, that simply reads “being awake is so not legit.” It’s a Sunday. It’s 6.30am. Normally my Sunday routine is to rise around 11am, making whimpering noises until I have a cup of coffee. I then spend the next half hour slumped… Continue reading Refined Tastes

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Fiji Travel Journal Part Six: Mushroom Brains, Front Naps and Tuna Smashing

Part One: Donuts, Margaritas and Waistcoats Part Two: Airports, Adoption and the Kindness of Strangers Part Three: Binkies, Babes and Bathtubs Part Four: Carbs, Catamarans and Cast Away Part Five: Baronesses, Orations and Foreign Gems We've got two hours left at sea today - an hour on our sailboat then an hour on the catamaran.… Continue reading Fiji Travel Journal Part Six: Mushroom Brains, Front Naps and Tuna Smashing

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Fiji Travel Journal Part Five: Baronesses, Orations and Foreign Gems

Part One: Donuts, Margaritas and Waistcoats Part Two: Airports, Adoption and the Kindness of Strangers Part Three: Binkies, Babes and Bathtubs Part Four: Carbs, Catamarans and Cast Away Bobbing in the water next to the boat we’ve just jumped from, we clumsily put our flippers on underwater. Annie has the added challenge of a belly… Continue reading Fiji Travel Journal Part Five: Baronesses, Orations and Foreign Gems