Core

Core

There seems to be something strangely attractive about Notting Hill Gate.  It seems to be running on a different time from the rest of London with stately mansions, high end cars parked on the side of the road and particularly well shod citizens in the 

Normah’s Cafe

Normah’s Cafe

One thing I love about London is that there is always something new to find.  Sometimes, in the most unlikely of places. I am referring here to food of course.  The arts often seem to be too far above my head.  As my friends like 

Ginza Onodera

Ginza Onodera

Afternoon tea. I would usually associate this with the British tea drinking culture.  With dainty scones, luxurious finger sandwiches and select beverages.  All held in a carefully white tablecloth environment.  Altogether a rather refined affair. Japanese seemed to be the antithesis of English tea with 

Cusco and the start of the Lares Trek

Cusco and the start of the Lares Trek

Against the better judgement of some who were worried that I would (a) become a larger man and/or (b) trip and fall, I ended up taking a break in Peru.  It was to be an eye opening experience (I got sun burnt) and also a