Kerrie Lee writes . . . Travelling by underground railway can be a disorienting experience. You pop up through a hole in the ground, blinking like a nocturnal creature suddenly thrust into the light. Especially if you’ve never been there before, it can take a while to get your bearings.
Not so [...]
Gaudí’s unfinished masterpiece
The other windy city
Kerrie Lee writes . . . Wellington and I first became acquainted when I was a very young cadet reporter, a fledgling fresh out of the nest. But, unlike my avian counterparts, I didn’t fly across the Tasman – rather, I travelled from Sydney by ship, which I felt to be a romantic and [...]
At home on Galway Bay
Kerrie Lee writes . . . There is a saying in Galway: if you can’t see the other side of Lough Corrib, it’s raining; if you can see the other side, it’s about to rain. And that just about sums up the weather in this most damply beautiful corner of [...]
Christmas in a war zone
Kerrie Lee writes . . . 3am. The big-bellied aircraft droned overhead, pregnant not with life but with death, for this was the Indochina campaign which came to be known as the Christmas bombing of Hanoi. We lay beneath the mosquito net, hearing the engines buzz and fade as the [...]
Gardening is always in fashion
Kim Woods Rabbidge writes . . . Just as sometimes it’s wise not to throw out your old clothes, because if you wait a decade or two they’ll come back into fashion, garden styles are also recycled. We’ve come through rectangular beds of annuals or vegetables, straight paths and immaculate lawns; 1970s native gardens [...]
Every refugee has a story to tell
Kerrie Lee writes . . . When I turned on the TV in my hotel room in Ho Chi Minh City, I realised something was seriously wrong with my country. There, on BBC World, was a Norwegian cargo ship, the MV Tampa, laden to the gunwales with humanity, being denied entry to [...]
Family secrets laid bare
Kerrie Lee writes . . . In the cool light of a September morning, a farm labourer, Stephen, was gathering wood when he came upon a young woman sitting by the swimming dam in a stupor. At her side was a small child, lying still. Alarmed by their appearance, he “cooee’d” [...]
No tech travel
Kerrie Lee writes . . . During the early 1970s, the well-worn hippie trail from South-East Asia to Europe had its own communication network, elegant in its simplicity and singularly effective. At its core was verbal interaction. We were travelling west and, as our paths relentlessly crossed with those heading the other way, we’d [...]
It’s a wide open road in outback Australia
Alan Kennedy writes . . .
Hands up if you are scared of a little dirt. And by that we don’t mean the last bit of back fuzz that is just out of reach on the floor down beside the fridge. No, we mean those ribbons of dirt road that lead to some of [...]
