In the footsteps of Buddha: Climbing Phu Si, Luang Prabang

Luang Prabang is an absolutely magical place. French colonial shopfronts and guest houses blend into golden wats, locals and tourists alike glide through the old town centre on bicycles, street food stalls radiate rich aromas of barbecue and spices, and amber-robed monks drift along shady streets, through laneways hung with bougainvillea and frangipani, and traverse…

(Un)forgotten

A message from Mum. Grandma died this morning. And through my grief, knowing it was better this way, That this life was no way to live. Wondering whose photographs are on the walls. Misplacing treasures in careful places. Confusing hour… day… year… Fading. Disappearing. Forgetting. And who’s in THAT picture? ‘They’re my children, Grandma.’ Oh,…