Sunday, 24 February 2013


I arrived a week ago yesterday. Left a cold, bright London, flew through the night. Arrived to the heat and the sunshine, the dust, the mirages on tarmac.

I already feel like I have been here far longer than a week. I am reminded of the Maura Dooley poem, History, and its opening: It's only a week but already you are slipping... London and her cold February days seeming a long way away. The missing of people, places, is there, yes, but also the relief, after the months of preparation, to be here, finally. 

To have arrived. 


  1. I hope you have a wonderful adventure, and enjoy your self i know it will be hard at times, but fun fun. I loved it when I was there. Greenthumb.

  2. I wish I was there with you, I feel so starved of colour! (And of Bec) x x x

  3. Hurray! I hope its all you wanted it to be, so far at least. I look forward to hearing more.

  4. Miss you! Glad you are eating funs and liking the flowers :)

    Martha xx