Come travel with me…
I cannot NOT write. I think I was born with a pen (okay, today it’s a stylus) in my hand. So, wherever we go (and we travel a LOT), my diary tags along too. So does my tiny #NoFilter Canon SD 1200. And together we create a world from a unique perspective. My perspective. This blog is the world through my eyes, a bit offbeat, sometimes quirky, always different.
This Blog is for my short-attention-span friends out there … less words, more pictures. But if you like what you see, I also have full-on longer-length articles of our wayward travels elsewhere on this website.
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Posted on: 25th May 2019| By: Marielle
What strikes you about New Yorkers is the yadda-yadda-yadda. It’s constant. Everyone walks around with a white golf tee hanging out their ear; everyone is hustling or in the throes of clinching a deal. They bark into their phones — held horizontally like Kim Kardashian — or they talk to themselves (they have an earpiece) or…
Posted on: 24th May 2019| By: Marielle
This is before even getting to the Whitney, wall decoration in the Meatpacking District. Our interest was piqued by an exhibition at the Whitney Museum — artists of the 1960s and 1970s who used bold, saturated, hallucinatory colour to stimulate perceptions. It was at that time that acrylic paint became newly available, with a greater…
Posted on: 23rd May 2019| By: Marielle
The prints on the underside of our feet are disappearing we’re doing so much walking in the city. But the good thing is there’s no shortage of exercise. And some quality time in the lower precincts of Manhattan always delivers a few good photo opportunities, so here, a day in the life of . ….
Posted on: 22nd May 2019| By: Marielle
There’s someone on a park bench reading a book titled Antisocial, Borderline, Narcissistic & Histrionic Workbook. In a subway car two diminutive kids, who couldn’t be more than 7 or 8, are having a serious discussion on exploding cheeks and the use of laughing gas. Then a Black American guy boards, thrusts his chin into…
Posted on: 18th May 2019| By: Marielle
It constantly amazes me that an abandoned, derelict series of railway tracks can be so utterly transformed that it has set into motion its own building boom. In the meanwhile it draws a constant pitter-patter of hundreds of thousands of feet across its concrete plinths, whatever the time of day, whatever the weather. (Don’t think…
Posted on: 17th May 2019| By: Marielle
We’d forgotten just how noisy the Big Apple is. The incessant reverberation of grumbling helicopters and growling jet planes trawling the skies; the plangent blare of car horns; the howl and wail of sirens; the hiss and sigh of buses’ pneumatic brakes; the beep-beep-beep of reversing trucks; the trundle and echo of trolleys pushed backwards…
Posted on: 15th May 2019| By: Marielle
Long-distance flying is not pretty. Our 11-hour yowling baby-marathon is almost a distant memory. Not quite, but almost. Then there was the serious body odour (across the aisle, not ours) on the second leg. So not much sleep across our 24-hour journey. And then, finally in the Big Apple, we also didn’t factor into the…
Posted on: 11th May 2019| By: Marielle
… ahead of our return to the Big Apple after having lived there for two-and-a-half years, ending 2011. Yikes! Sounds so long ago. For now, two of my favourite downtown buildings, the Chrysler Building and the Flat Iron. In the Chrysler Building, the details are an ode to the Machine Age of the 1920s with…
Posted on: 8th May 2019| By: Marielle
It’s amazing … out of all our Instagram images … cheetah, lion, owls … this photo of Mokala National Park got the highest votes! When we first visited, what we weren’t prepared for was the scenery — wild as Kgalagadi and colours as deeply saturated. Lying just southwest of Kimberley, the park is a synthesis…
Posted on: 24th April 2019| By: Marielle
It takes a lot of pushing and shoving by all of us — a boatful of snorkellers — to shift the Rubber Duck into the shallows before we all clamber clumsily in. With a spurt of engine power, the boat slices through cresting waves towards heaving walls of water that appear insurmountable, yet the vessel…