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…



Recently, I’ve been veering towards vegetarianism, something that is sure to make me deeply unpopular with meat eaters and actual vegetarians. I was a vegetarian for a couple of years when I was about 17 (and 16 or 18 I suppose, by that logic)…