Less Rafiia, More… Ruffian
Yesterday I was seated by the balcony listening to giant toads croaking the night away, air-con blowing a gentle breeze. …
Yesterday I was seated by the balcony listening to giant toads croaking the night away, air-con blowing a gentle breeze. …
I am back, for the third time in six months – never has a city bored me so little. Despite …
Let me be frank: the conference was a squib. The combination of upper thirties humidity, limited to no ventilation and …
It’s 18:18 and Kim and Aggie are speaking rapid Spanish as a browbeaten man looks on his stove, crusted in …
It’s been a while since the last poll and with my choice of Tunis as the source of summer Arabic …
Deluged with deadlines though I am, it is nigh impossible to ignore the news that Elham al-Qasimi has become the …
Still here, supping from a heavy glass bottle of water and watching the waves rise and fall, veering between the …
A not-so-old adage runs that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. I might venture at this point that when …
A delightfully tense article on the fickle nature of the Tunisian police statedom. Rather hoping to visit Tunis tomorrow. Though …
Let me count the ways: Damn. Possibly the best country on earth. And yes, I am biased – but when …