kezlandia.

The quiet joys and foibles of solo living.

Finding time for creativity

Getting motivated. I went to art school a lifetime ago. I enjoy writing. I like ‘making stuff’. But for years I didn’t do enough of this. I worked my rather … Continue reading

February 2, 2020 · Leave a comment

Saturday Morning is Me Time

  What’s your favourite time of the week? Most people will say the weekend, of course. Some prefer Friday night. Relatively few peeps favour Sunday night as their best time. … Continue reading

January 19, 2020 · 5 Comments

The KonMari Method and me

Don’t we just love boasting about being an early adopter! I know I do. Anyways, a bunch of time before Japanese declutter guru Marie Kondo seemed to reach the national … Continue reading

December 19, 2019 · 2 Comments

Particular Prague memories

Before my departure from Auckland for my big overseas experience, a friend showed me a photo of this historic building in Prague. From relatively young NZ, I thought it so … Continue reading

March 9, 2017 · Leave a comment

Lod Cave, lost camera

A songthaew carries eight people comfortably in the back – as comfortable as you can be, on padded bench seats in a covered 4WD utility vehicle. Our first stop on … Continue reading

October 27, 2016 · 2 Comments

Wave of relief

Ah, this amazing wave that broke over the wall, frightening a sheepdog and his small boy. It was sighted at the end of an impromptu road trip through Northern Ireland, … Continue reading

September 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

Elephants are not for riding

Playing tourist in Chiang Mai, you can’t help but notice the large numbers of companies touting elephant encounters. After observing the larger African elephant while in – well, Africa – … Continue reading

July 14, 2016 · Leave a comment

Doing Dingle (a food memory)

This photo memory has food memory attached. Food memory is quite evocative; it might be an unexpected culinary experience; a meal raises the bar for the foodstuff in question. Or … Continue reading

May 29, 2016 · 1 Comment

She was in Paris, I was in Paros

Most people remember what they were doing when they heard of the death of Princess Diana. I remember distinctly: I was at a market stall on the Greek island of … Continue reading

April 3, 2016 · 1 Comment

Rubbing shoulders with the rich and desperate

  Going to the Grand Casino at Monte Carlo seemed quite a posh thing to do, for a bunch of rowdy Contiki travellers. Not a common backpacker destination, of course … Continue reading

February 7, 2016 · Leave a comment