Why is it that just when I decide to leave NZ, I suddenly become interested and excited about local issues? That sucks. All I can do is sit in impotent frustration as I see things happening, or about to happen, that I can’t get involved in!
There’s something about the macabre that is always fascinating. Now I’m no goth, I still get scared of the dark, but there are some things that you just can’t help but be attracted to.
In the time between discovering Victorian postmortem photos and the Japanese suicide forest (look into these in broad daylight, I beg you!), I stumbled across a disturbing remnant of France’s colonial past.
The Human Zoo.
The forecast was abysmal. When asked what I was up to on the weekend I sighed and answered “staying indoors I guess”. But then, then! As the clouds were rolling in on a dreary Saturday morning, the sun decided we should have summer after all. And we were off!
Take me to Ciclovia!