Category Archives: Postcards

Personal, funny , sad and illuminating stories from my work in International Development. Only afterwards do I have any clue of territory I just traveled. Just as well or I may have done it differently.

Of Swans and Wolves

Postcard from Yerevan My fourth floor balcony in the center of Yerevan overlooks a small man-made lake. It is called Swan Lake and it is in the shape of Armenia. Up until recently the weather was mild and the lake … Continue reading

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Driving Armenia

  The Road to Alaverdi Postcard from Armenia I can’t figure out all the features of my brand new fully optioned Suzuki S X Cross. The manual that came with it is in Russian, so the clock is still 20 … Continue reading

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The Salt of My Father

Postcard from Albania     Me at 3, my sister Katie and my father Ian I shake the salt container into my hand and sprinkle it onto the chips, I do this again and again as a reflex, watching the … Continue reading

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Home is where you put your weight down

Postcard from Yerevan The View from my Balcony – Swan Lake in Autumn I am stretching my legs with a walk up to the galley next to the toilets on the Fly Dubai plane on my way to Yerevan. Two … Continue reading

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History and Me

Armenians being Marched by Turkish soldiers near Van 1915 Postcard from Yerevan I stumbled on the rocky ground but managed to grab hold of the piping rail and pull myself up the grid iron steps to the rear landing of … Continue reading

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All That I Hold Dear

Postcard from St.Kilda I am going to Armenia. Say goodbye to the dundun ding ding of the Carlisle St trams and their electric hum and steel track and grit as they rattle down to Luna Park. To dinners with my … Continue reading

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Riding on Trust

Postcard from Hanoi I am free falling, no escape. My head in my hands, panic somewhere just below where my heart should be. I tell myself I have been to this place before and so far it has always ended … Continue reading

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