A surprise find in the Roman Colosseum…

Warsaw. I’ve always thought it’s a shame about the name. Krakow, the first city in Poland I visited, sounds intriguing and edgy, a cracking place to be. Warsaw, on the other hand, conjures up a protracted conflict involving various weapons from carpentry. Or perhaps that’s just me.

I’m writing this as the breeze plays with the straps of my bag and the white sails of the Sydney Opera House glow amber and then blue as the clouds shift across the setting sun. Yes, it’s a dream sentence, inspired by a dream view, and it’s at moments like this that I’m pretty sure I have a dream job.

Forgotten are yesterday’s…

There are some secrets in this world that don’t make any sense. The Wieliczka Salt Mines near Krakow sparkle so mysteriously that I can’t help but wonder whether they’re part of an international conspiracy.

People

Desert. It’s a word that used to have two effects on me. First, it conjured up images of parched wastelands and a world of emptiness scorched into never-ending death and sand. Second, it triggered a paranoid rush to the dictionary