I am moving back to the UK, permanently, on 22nd August. I go jobless and with no real idea where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing in two months time. In some ways this quite liberating, in others a tad daunting.
I am going to keep the blog up and running although I’ll doubt I’ll be adding to it that often. It may evolve into something else as I have some plans for my writing in the future, although this itself will depend on other hopes and plans I have for potential jobs. We’ll see.
Anyway, thanks to all of you have read my blogs and commented. As always, it’s been much appreciated.
At the weekend the article below, about my experience at the World Cup, was published in the Brasil Post. Below is an English translation.
At the beginning of this year I moved to Peru for work and in almost no time at all I developed a profound sense of saudades for São Paulo. It wasn’t that I disliked Trujillo, a small city on the northern coast of Peru, it was just that after two years living in Sampa, this monstrously beautiful city had started to feel as much like home as Londonhasdone throughout the rest of my life – a sentiment probably best exemplified by how I repeatedly found myself telling people in Peru about excited I was to be “returning hometo Brazil”for the World Cup.
Unashamedly excited, I should add. As June approached I regressed in age by about thirty years;like my five year old self at Christmas I started counting down the days, thoughnot in anticipation of Santa but of the opportunity to fulfil a lifelong dream: attending a World Cup. The fact that it would take place in country known as the ‘spiritual home’ of football – and that which I now call my second home – as well as my fortune in being able to buy tickets for myself and my best-friend of twenty years who was flying over to join me, only further increased my giddiness.This was truly going to be the best month, ever. Continue Reading
For those of you back in the UK I have had a piece published in July’s The Simple Things magazine. Check it out and let me know what you think.
BR14: A Rota dos Imigrantes is a series of documentaries airing on TV Brasil in June during the World Cup, with the idea being that an immigrant in Brazil from each country competing in the World Cup will be shown whilst visiting places with links to their homeland or fellow exiles who have made a life in Brazil. The series begins tonight and the first show features Japan and Costa Rica.
The reason I am plugging the show here is because I am excited to say that earlier this year I was invited to be the focus of the programme on England. My episode airs on 16th June at 7.30pm and whilst I don’t want to give too much away, all I’ll say is that I had the honour of meeting someone whose grandfather every Brazilian will thank for what he brought to their country.
Here is link to the page with more information about my episode and below you can watch a trailer for the series. Also, here are links to the show’s website and its Facebook page. Enjoy!
Forget shuttle buses and trains, why not walk to (or from) the airport instead? That is the preferred method of novelist Will Self, who even went as far to include one such stroll – from Los Angeles airport to Hollywood – in his surreal novel-cum-walkalogue Walking to Hollywood.
It is something I’ve experimented with myself here in Trujillo. Well, sort of. In my case, the airport was actually more an obstacle than the final destination itself.
Some weeks ago, you see, I decided that if I was going to have to spend my birthday alone this year – what with my wife being on the other side of the continent in Brazil – I’d do so by going on a long walk to the beach in Huanchaco, a small coastal town nine miles (15km) upcoast from Trujillo. The local airport – an entirely forgettable place if it were not for the charm of its arrivals lounge doubling as a car park – would merely serve as a milepost that, whilst requiring circumnavigation, would at least reassure me that the birthday beer I envisaged having on the beach was almost within reach. Continue Reading