An afternoon spent learning to tango, then actually tangoing in a big old room in the centre of Buenos Aires, the home of tango. The old tango orchestras made beautiful music and the old recordings have a little crackle on the edge, which is quite charming. The music is endlessly fascinating, crisp, and full of… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #131: Afternoon tango
Buenos Aires has all the architecture of a city once rich, but she is now in decline. Thus buildings are still impressive but they’re tired and run down. The apartment I’m staying in would have once been stunning, but sadly no longer. It’s currently a share house (the other residents are four boys in their… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #130: Pretty taps
I did the grown up thing and caught a taxi from the airport to my accommodation in Buenos Aires. It was worth the extra dollars for the ease and speed after a long haul flight, particularly because my driver, Martín, was so nice. He was happy for me to converse in my very rusty Spanish… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #129: Interesting Taxi Drivers
Walking through the international double doors in Melbourne Airport always makes me grin like a cheshire cat. Once you’re through there’s no going back – whatever you packed is it, whatever you forgot to organise at home has to take care of itself, and the adventure has begun. The cherry on the top, however, is… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #128: Airport Champagne
A packed suitcase holds many promises: adventure, rest, forgetfulness, and breaking free from the things that bind us.
Five weeks off work would make anyone happy, and I’m no exception. An adventure across the Pacific awaits with tango shoes and a foreign language. Sleeping in, dancing late, discovering a new city with its food, culture and songs, meeting people, having time to think, create, wonder and wander. See you Friday, Buenos Aires!
I was blown away by the music of Argentinian legend Astor Piazzolla at a concert in 2012 by French accordionist Richard Galliano. He was joined by the Piazzolla Forever Septet and it was an incredible concert, like a fire on stage. With all the depth and variety of the slow burn, the crazy roaring fire,… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #125: Richard Galliano, accordionist
I confess that I do often lose things in my house (and in moving have found things I’ve been trying to locate for years). On the other hand, I also have a sixth sense for where certain items are, despite the piles of boxes yet to be unpacked and stacks of books. Take, for example,… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #124: Instant finds amongst the mess
It may seem strange to say that I like a long haul flight. I see it as a fabulous opportunity to do nothing for a day, without having to think of anything more than which movie to watch. It just dawned on my that I can drink G&Ts and binge watch movies all the way… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #123: Long haul inflight entertainment
A letter arrives in the mailbox with the logo of your energy company on the front. Tired of paying an endless stream of bills, you leave it sitting on the bench for several days before opening. You’re sure that it is another bill inside. When pragmatism beats procrastination you open the letter to find a… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #122: A letter that’s not a bill