Accra | What does a trotro ride sound like?

What does a trotro ride sound like, from the minute you board one at the lorry station to your last stop?

This is a recording of one trip in Accra from Circle Station to a bus stop along Independence Avenue, en route to Marina Mall. (You might hear me and my classmate chatting every now and then, as we were waiting to depart for over twenty minutes inside the trotro!)

Coasting | Sydney

2Whenever I think of a good day, my thoughts go back to one day in Sydney when we spent the entire ten hours of a Monday walking along the coast and encountering beach upon beach upon beach. It consisted of me thinking quite often, “Man, what I would do to be that person heading out to go surfing/yoga/reading in the sun/staring out into the sea/swimming on a Monday!”

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Looking Back | On Trains

IMG_3409aHappy New Year! 

I was thinking of updating this blog before the holidays, but there were tons of things to do for Christmas and New Year that I never got around to writing any new entries. (Heck, is there even anyone reading this? Heh.)

In any case, I thought I’d start the year by looking back and re-posting this entry I wrote in my old blog. Getting to places by train is just an awesome thing to write about and this post made me quite wistful about the whole experience! Continue reading “Looking Back | On Trains”

Going North | Tromsø

3Snow fascinates me. Where I grew up, we only had two seasons: the summer and the rainy season. If it didn’t rain, it was perpetually hot, and if it did rain, then the coldest it would ever allow was up to twenty degrees Celsius. My country is just above the equator, so we get a lot of sunlight and our yearly temperatures don’t change too much and too often.

Growing up, I was accustomed to more than ten typhoons a year coming into my country, anticipating suspension of classes due to signal number three typhoon warnings and the risk of strong winds and flooding. In the summer, we’d have an abundance of beaches and islands to choose from to spend the vacation. In the rainy season we’d be stuck at home or in school, with the possibility of cancelled classes and brownouts (blackouts, really, but back home we call them brownouts, heh).

So while some people consider coconuts and island hopping and napping in the shade by the sea exotic, I consider snow – and lots of it – exotic. It’s one of the most interesting things I’ve ever come across, by virtue of the fact that I’m not used to it. The sound of crisp, fresh snow crunching beneath my boots is exciting. Lying on it is weird and comfortable, and how do you even play with snow? I don’t even know.

I’m a fairly normal tropical girl (I think I need a yearly dose of vitamin sea to function properly for twelve months), but I can’t get enough of the cold. I love the cold. I love being cold. I love cold places and the thin line between knowing how it is to be freezing and knowing the minimum amount of warmth to get by.

Somehow I ended up going further north than I’d ever planned to go in my entire life, in order to chase some astronomical phenomenon of lights in the sky. Obviously, it came with a lot more snow than I could ever imagine.

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