Secure on a flying carpet in the charming courtyard of The Port Inn, Haifa, where I stayed when grandfather was in the country, is the March cat. Poorly photographed, splendidly attituded hostel cat. The Port Inn was great value. I recommend also Kabareet bar if you’re in the area! Advertisements
the fixed and varnished eyes of all those automata
Beltane is a sentimental day for me. I tend to feel a saudade for cuckoos I haven’t heard and bluebells I haven’t seen; it’s when I feel least city-like and most Cassandra Mortmain. It’s a consciously naïve sort of holiday. It wasn’t there at boarding school, so it was a treat to discover bank holidays…
1. Add music to blog.
She really did find an abandoned puppy and take her with her.
At school, matron forbade us from a hot water foot-tosh.
CATS CATS CATS
In which the bosom friend and I discovered Snapchat filters. Oh, and had christmas together!
Wassup! shou fi ma fi? This post is about a quest to learn more about the Ahmadiyya in Nablus. It is sort of the answer to the teaser about the Naqshbandi sheikh in this Palestine Independence Day post from last month. Maybe pics of sheikh to come. Shall let ya know. The story begins with a…
We just don’t know.
Cheeky 3-in-1 for ya this time, fellers
Happy independence day, everyone! Today is a bank holiday to celebrate the independence of Palestine. No, I am not pulling your leg! Celebrated Mahmoud Darwish wrote the Declaration, read on 15th November 1988. This is another round-up post with little gist. There’s still no good news about our absent friends <here I take a brief pause from typing…
Dedicated to my absent bosom friend, as this kit gives human eye make up expertise a run for its money
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About my weekend in Jordan. Only narrowly not titled ‘Tears at Naranj’.
Very bad news for my cohort
My aunt came to see me! Hoorah! We did lots of things in two days.
Nablus to the Jordan River Crossing, or, hitchhiking Route 90 in a hijab.
It was grey and hot and dank…
Look, mother, no hands!
October’s Cat of The Month award
What could that have been?
In which I present pictures of al Masri’s mansion.
Meen ajnabi? Ana ajnabi? Kayf ajnabi wa ana a’ish fi baladi?
In which I pet a dog and meet the high priest’s brother. Definitely not about the cursed mountain on the other side.
Because my love for you is beyond words, I decided to shut up.
Précis of September for the fam
Rent, electric, gas and water: my findings