Posts from year 2008

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Memories of Skye

Memories of Skye

The Isle of Skye is one of the most remote areas of Scotland, with the Hebrides archipelago around the corner. The countryside is charming and some places even have coffee.

Yazoo in Glasgow

Yazoo in Glasgow

I rolled into Glasgow after a couple of hours on the road from Edinburgh, crossing Scotland through rolling green hills under skies that looked permanently undecided. The River Clyde cut through the city like an old scar, and after a short walk across the Millennium Bridge I found myself standing outside the Clyde Auditorium.

An evening with Tom McRae

An evening with Tom McRae

Even though I spend an unreasonable amount of time at concerts, I rarely feel compelled to write about them. Most shows blur together eventually, no matter how loud the amplifiers or how enthusiastic the audience.

Having pancakes at Prinsengracht

Having pancakes at Prinsengracht

Amsterdam in the morning smells like wet cobblestone, burnt coffee and last night’s regrets drifting out of the sewers. The city wears its hangover like a badge of honor, and the streets along Prinsengracht are already awake.

Frozen in time

Frozen in time

What would you do if, in the middle of one of the busiest railway stations on Earth, hundreds of people around you simply stopped moving? Not slowed down. Not paused to check their phones. Just froze.

The winds of Essaouira

The winds of Essaouira

Essaouira feels different than many other towns in Morocco. A stubborn, salty ghost town with sand in its teeth and stories in its bones. The kind of place where time limps along, trailing the scent of grilled fish and centuries-old trade routes.

A sip of coffee in Marrakesh

A sip of coffee in Marrakesh

Marrakesh is not a smooth ride. It grabs you by the collar, drags you into a whirlwind of honking mopeds, snake charmers and the scent of something vaguely sweet decaying under the Moroccan sun.

On the desert road through the Atlas Mountains

On the desert road through the Atlas Mountains

The Atlas Mountains loomed in the distance like ancient gods, silent and unmoved, watching my bus snake its way up and over their jagged spines. Every curve was a gamble. Every oncoming bus a reminder that mortality often rides on four wheels and has questionable brakes.

MIX08 in Las Vegas

MIX08 in Las Vegas

Once again, Microsoft’s MIX conference has descended on The Venetian in Las Vegas, because apparently the natural habitat for web standards is a vast casino complex filled with fake canals, artificial skies and people making catastrophically optimistic financial decisions.

Camden on fire

Camden on fire

A newsflash caught my attention today, which is increasingly difficult in a world where everything is apparently breaking news. This one unfortunately deserved it: Camden was on fire.

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