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Currently based in Costa Rica, I'm busy working, traveling, and missing NZ.
Assuming that the world doesn’t end in 2012 (would it be so bad?) what would you say to your great-Grandchildren if you had the chance?
Cranking Michael Jackson from tinny speakers, the pirate taxi drivers of Quepos, Costa Rica, form a slow, horn-honking line to parade through town in their beaten up “taxis” - the equivalent of boy-racers in pimped-out farm cars, with faded plastic rosary beads swinging from their rea
When I was a little girl, I was told I could be anything I wanted. I took this quite literally and narrowed down my options by writing a list: Policeman, Spy, Supermodel.
Marie Claire magazine recently published an article about “Stiletto Stoners.
Summer is rumored to be on the way.
If you don’t have a strong stomach, maybe this documentary is not for you. Especially if you are an animal lover. On second thoughts - watch it anyway.
Everybody knows that the best place to find a delicious juicy whale to eat is in
In Colombia, a popular soap opera called “No Boobs, No Paradise” ("Sin Tetas No Hay Paraíso") explores the idea that - at least in that culture - without boobs and good looks you cannot mov
Money vs. Love...
Many New Zealanders, at some point in their life at least, will be possessed by an “Incurable Wanderlust.” You can argue the urge to travel is in our D.N.A. or others might say it’s simply because NZ doesn’t quite cut the cheese (on the grand scale of things).
