Part one of three on my real life experience volunteering in Rwanda. In this part I talk about the incredible family which hosted my visit.

And there we are, just the two of us...

there can be few more pleasant commutes than this it might get a little weary but it beats those traffic jams and the Underground.

a difference of opinion

Once I saw a girl crying on the street

In my dreams I am pacing down endless, timeless lanes And the brambles curl about me And the moon drops a pallid knuckle In my dreams I am buried by the stench of Autumn’s decadent death

The do's and don'ts for blind dating