Inferno

Florence. Italy. 2013-2019. It’s been a long, winding love affair. A lot of poetry, a lot of tears, a lot of cigarettes and laughter. Forever, somehow, will that city be associated with this aesthete. (and, of course, this diary) I’m always drawn back, somehow, even when I think it’s finally over. Life speaks to me ~ […]

The Ewe Chief, the River Children and the Lion Mountain

As the taxi turned the corner, heavy and slow (as somehow we’d managed to squeeze in about eight passengers into a five-seater (of course, this is Africa)) the Adaklu Mountain first came into view. The air was hazy, heavy and humid, swirling vultures and black eagles the only thing breaking up the patchy white and blue […]