I love a good dairy sandwich. When I lived in England, I was an enthusiastic purveyor of the Tesco meal deal, and in New Zealand, I…
A week and a bit ago, I left what was possibly the bleakest hotel room I’ve ever stayed in to move into my adorable AirBnB.
Springtime in Lyon is not so different from that in Auckland. Days of rain have been randomly punctuated with brilliantly bright…
I arrived in France on a Sunday, the 30th of April, white and sweaty and hungover as all hell.
After a night that involved every beer in east London, a whole bottle of organic Grüner Veltliner, and a rousing rendition of “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence on…
