Her Name is Máxima

Her name is Máxima. It means ‘she who is big’, and although the meaning of her name doesn’t at all fit her physical stature – more thin and fragile than anything else – there’s no more apt description of her spirit. A spirit she says has been gifted by a loving and merciful God. A…

His Name Was Charlie

His name was Charlie. Although I didn’t personally know him, so I can’t tell you his favorite colour or his favorite food, the sound of his laugh or whether he was looking forward to starting school or not, there are some traits almost all boys along the river share so I can tell you with…

Through Their Eyes

Well I’ve done a pretty abysmal job in keeping this blog updated. It seems every new period of re-dedication is all too quickly followed by a dreaded period of forgetfulness, apathy and neglect. An apt description of life I suppose! So here I am, once again, committing to a new period of dedication, one that will…

Viva Carnaval

Carnaval, the legendary Latin American celebration, is a party in the truest sense of the word, replete with tradition, culture, food and the incredible pervasive attitude of an entire continent enjoying itself. I spent a few days in Esmeraldas, a city on the North-West coast of Ecuador, taking in all that Carnaval had to offer.…

Marimba

The air in the room is thick and heavy. Despite the open windows and the dark night sky there is no reprieve from the unrelenting humidity. But the sweat glistening on the brows and soaking the clothes of those gathered could never dampen their mood. As the last of the expected enters the small open…