Category Archives: Me

Where’s Wally?

Observant viewers have noticed that the video of me in the last post features elephants… Yes, I’m in Ghana. If you want to know what I’ve been up to, check out our team blog at http://www.dasibatamale.wordpress.com! Advertisements

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Leaving on a jet plane

Well, I’m off to work on a charity project in Ghana, which means that I won’t be back in Bulgaria until the summer at the earliest. No doubt I will have an African blog, so do track me down there. … Continue reading

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1. If I only had the nerve

Happy New Year / Честита Нова Година! 2013 got off to an interesting start… when I caught the train home at 4am on New Years’ Day, I ended up breaking up a fight between two drunk men in my carriage. … Continue reading

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A Bulgarian love story

I’m going to be honest now. The first time I drove into Sofia I wasn’t blown away. On our (rather long) ride from the airport to our apartment, I looked at the crumbling tower blocks, the slightly tacky malls and … Continue reading

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Out of the red

In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m ginger. In the UK, that means that I am part of the last minority group that it is acceptable to discriminate against. Whether you like it or not, having red hair defines you in … Continue reading

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A weighty issue

I went travelling in India with my two friends L & E once. One day, we were sitting in Jaipur when an Indian chap came over to chat to us. He seemed friendly enough, until he uttered the words: “I … Continue reading

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The flip side of the flop

Cycling through the park yesterday, I walked past a woman and her daughter. The child was wailing – not crying, but that full on blood-curdling, toe-curling wailing that I’ve only ever heard from bereaved people in an African hospital, and … Continue reading

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