On Sunday night, I went down to the beach near our house to get water from the spring. Read more »
I moved in a day later than expected, thanks to a flight delay keeping me stranded in Vila a further night. I guess a day wasn’t much though, given it was five months since I’d first arrived in Tanna.
Getting out from the vehicle, I looked up at my new home: a two-storey structure with woven bamboo walls and sago-thatch roofing, built around a large tree whose branch extended right through the downstairs, in one wall and out the other side. Read more »
That was his opening line, as he sat down on the plastic cushioned bench next to Karen, uninvited. I once made fourteen thousand dollars in a day. Read more »
“Oh you’re living there too? Well maybe you could come round sometime, have a drink.”
Maybe. Or maybe not. We only met about two minutes ago Read more »
Taken last weekend, on a trip to Santo.
Then, when I checked my phone on the way home, there were two texts. Read more »
“Do you think you’ll ever really settle anywhere “for good,” though, Alice?”
That was the question my friend John asked me a few years ago. Read more »
Back on the quiet side-road of our office, I took the scrap of paper out of my handbag and called the number.