The Circus

In Guatemala, life is surprising, shocking, funny, tragic, uninhibited. Health and safety and ethics. Some things that the developed world would question or condemn are celebrated, or accepted there. And vice versa. Every day allows me to question my morals  and my values in a way I never have to at home. Teenage pregnancy –

Cake face

  Today was Carla’s birthday. We had a party. Surprise balloons. Musical statues on the street. Lots of cake, which Carla had to stick her face in. Kids going mad on fizzy drinks, a marching band fresh from practice. Fishcakes for dinner. And we said goodbye to our friends: – Bianca who will be taking

Robots

When I was in Rio de Janeiro three years ago, I came across a man working from a little shack by the side of the road. His shack was full of treasures – all wood and plastic junk ready to be recycled and transformed into magical people and animals (check out the first three photos.)

Recovery from Dengue

My calves look like a still from CSI and my thighs a satellite view of Mars blotched blottled capillaries waving up to the skin and i have reached a boredom which can only lead to creativity six days in bed i now drag round dead weight legs but my mind is buzzing and the sweats

Hubi’s art…from my hospital bed

This post is dedicated to the very special and lovely Hubi, who flew back to Austria today after a month in Guatemala. For the last few days he’s been looking after me in Antigua whilst I’ve been struck down with Dengue Fever (thankfully recovering in hospital now and jelly for breakfast + cable TV =