Por La Carretera: A love letter to the Chilean south

One rainy afternoon in Valdivia, I found myself sitting in one of those elegant tea houses still common in the south, a relic of the German colonists, all gilded chairs and dark red carpets and elderly waiters from another era, drinking thick hot chocolate and leafing through an abandoned copy of El Mercurio’s Sunday magazine.… Read More Por La Carretera: A love letter to the Chilean south

Virgins and Monkey’s Tail: A Chilean Christmas

Perhaps it’s just being British, but I’ve always been a fairly private person, perhaps bordering on the selfish: I like my space, and presume everyone else does the same – especially during hectic family-oriented public holidays. But after this Christmas, I hope I am forever inclined to take in strays and wastrels like my current… Read More Virgins and Monkey’s Tail: A Chilean Christmas

As I am perhaps over-fond of telling, three years ago, on a whim, I jumped on the first bus that would whisk me away from Lima, and, fifty-six hours later, wound up in Santiago de Chile. While not a journey I ever, ever hope to repeat, it makes for a good story, and one from… Read More

I am currently writing essays on the position of women in Islam, a comparison of Irish separatist and Basque terrorism, post-development, and an analysis of participation in social movements through technology. Well, say what you like about La Complutense: Leeds it most certainly ain’t.