June 30th, 2008 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch
Barcelona takes to the streets celebrating the Spanish victory, effectively un-jinxing itself — finally.
I was watching it in the neighbourhood of El Raval, and every shop with a TV set had the match on; tonight alone, you could have walked into any bar to gawk at the screen and it didn’t matter you weren’t ordering [...]
June 29th, 2008 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch, food and music
Boy, what fun. (And what good food!) The man in that psychedelic Moritz beer jacket is the bouncer/announcer at Inopia. He goes to the corner of the stairs and shouts messages from the kitchen, like… we’ve run out of aubergines! People usually clap after every announcement. No idea why either, but it’s all good fun.
I [...]
June 28th, 2008 | by popagandhi | published in general
Somewhere inside a dusty local bar near Park Guell, Barcelona, I’m sitting at the counter with a fork hanging out of the left side of my mouth and the rest of my body utterly fixated on page 39 of Things Fall Apart. I don’t know where I am, and I mean it literally and otherwise. [...]
June 27th, 2008 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch, food and music
Hello. There will be no picture with this post. All too many posts about travel have a picture here, and a picture there, all the better to illustrate that I’mhereandyou’renot effect postcards once had, back when we still sent them. Where am I? That depends on when you ask. When this journey began I found [...]
June 14th, 2008 | by popagandhi | published in dispatch
Because “you don’t post pictures of yourself anymoreeee“, because I’m bored and cold in Perpignan, and because my mum is awake at 6am in Singapore and probably checking my blog.
Entalau. I could get used to living in a longhouse. I certainly got used to living in this one.
I loved Borneo. It was partly sentimental, maybe [...]
