Hello. Read on for my thoughts on the perils and upsides of travel, my failures as a chef, and anything else I deem interesting enough to write about.

Santa Marta

Santa Marta is easy to pronounce, which was a great start. We had booked a handy 11am Avianca flight from Medellin to Santa Marta, so we’d arrive at 12. Avianca had other ideas, and booted us off our nice flight and put us on a 7am to Bogota where we could wait for a bit, until a 10am to Santa Marta. Not so convenient.


Edinburgh Fringe

After a year and a half in Edinburgh, I’m assured I’d still not be mistaken for a local as I don’t yet detest the Edinburgh Fringe. I also don’t understand pies. Why does everything here have to be a pie? Meat pie, Scotch pie, breakfast pie, chips pie. I don’t know.
I kind of get the Fringe animosity. For the month of August…