Food is a direct way to connect with an unfamiliar culture. Food takes us to the most primal part of ourselves; it’s what sustains us, comforts us, and excites us – and it gives us insights into another way of living. When we travel we still have to eat. That’s a fact. But we have… Read More How to step out of your (food) comfort zone and into your connection with place: Mexico.
I’ve always loved “folk” art. Even when I was a teaching courses on ‘high’ art – the renaissance, modernism, post-modernism. Even when I was deeply submerged in post-structuralist and postcolonial theory, I harboured in my heart a deep predilection for art made by the untrained. Art made – like all art really… Read More Transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary: Casa de los Venados, Valladolid.
A few years ago the Mexican tourist bureau, picking up on the currency of the adjective “magic”, identified a number of towns and villages as “Pueblo Magico”. Valladolid in the Yucatan was one of the designated towns, but, arriving into the town one hot, airless afternoon, we felt a little duped. On first sight Valladolid… Read More Swimming underground – the cenotes of Vallalodid, Mexico.
In the first days of November, Oaxaca, Mexico, explodes into a technicolour, cacophonous non-stop parade of macabrely costumed people day and night. The focus of all this activity is the dead, but a city has never felt more alive. Dia de los Muertos is a part Catholic; part folk-lore and part pre-Hispanic tradition, with,… Read More Dia de los Muertos
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An interview with the team from Girl Academy. They are working to empower Indigenous teenage mothers to make positive choices by giving young women a safe, supportive and nurturing environment to complete their education – with their babies being cared for in an on-site nursery. Why did you decide to crowdfund?…
I have a theory that no matter where you travel, the landscape of your childhood always resonates within you at some deep, visceral level. I grew up in Australia, a land of space and skies. I’ve visited many countries, and lived in some too. For years I lived in New Zealand, and while I… Read More Teotitlan skies, Oaxaca
“Don’t be afraid. I am a black man, but I will not harm you.” He stepped from the shadows to stand under the street light. We walked closer. He held his hands slightly outstretched and open at his side. He had a strange black box contraption strapped to his chest. We were walking back to… Read More Saturday night, New Orleans