The world is your oyster
I’m white and I’m a man and I don’t like oyster. Here is a text about a new friend, about Auckland, about equlaity (or the lack of it) and of course about Portuguese chocolate
Strange familiar
“I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss of going to New Zealand for 10 weeks”, said my friend T. over a farewell beer. “Sometimes we don’t meet up for a whole year, so why don’t you shout me a beer then?!” I was quite proud of the answer I came up with: “Absence…
Postcards from Christchurch
I’m here now for a week. Time for some postcards from a strange city …