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“When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra | Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. | Page 2
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. Newer posts →. January 18, 2012. 8220;And-one, and-point,. And-point, and close,. Aaand arm…down.” John demonstrates at the front of the studio, back to the mirror. Every muscle in his perfectly sculpted body ripples effortlessly through the positions. His moves are fluid and graceful. My calf cramps. My tight hamstrings don’t help in this exercise, limiting my. And I love it. December 17, 2011.
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To Kick a Ball. | “When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. Late Game →. To Kick a Ball. March 21, 2012. 8220;Your views frustrate me,” says Casey when I tell him all the things that upset me about playing soccer: Not being able to keep up with the boys; feeling slow and uncoordinated next to them; moving like a girl. 8220;You have to be a really good girl to measure up to a barely average guy,” I said. 8220;How is it badass? You have to be.”. You have to be.
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Cafe Javas, Kampala | “When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. Pack Up and Go. Letter to Dad →. Cafe Javas, Kampala. December 17, 2016. This morning I experienced a euphoria that a cafe has never before elicited. After trekking from the bus station to Cafe Javas, the 6 hour travel on the midnight bus dissolved as I stepped into the first world for the morning. I’ll never wear them.” I could have cried. View all posts by Emma →. Pack Up and Go. Address never ma...
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Letter to Dad | “When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. Hang up your coat and stay awhile. Pack Up and Go →. December 10, 2016. This was an email I wrote to my dad on November 27th in response to his enquiry about where exactly I was. I thought it might make an interesting read:. 8221; Which means “white person” in Luo. Some of the shy ones look a bit scared at first but if you smile and wave they break into a huge grin. The women were thrilled to see u...
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Pack Up and Go | “When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. Cafe Javas, Kampala →. Pack Up and Go. December 15, 2016. The night before I left, I laid out everything I packed on the floor of my living room. There are a few items I think deserve an honourable mention:. Prana trousers from Kathmandu:. Polo shirt from Kathmandu:. These are amazing when you just want to freshen up and clean the thin layer of grime and dirt off your face when there is no running ...
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September | 2012 | “When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. Monthly Archives: September 2012. September 14, 2012. As we waited for the bus, a night breeze stood the hair up on our bare arms, warm and tacky with the victory of an indoor soccer game. “Man, I need water,” I said. And ten paces away was a … Continue reading →. Cafe Javas, Kampala. Pack Up and Go. Hang up your coat and stay awhile. On Pack Up and Go. On Welcome sign at airport:….
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December | 2016 | “When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. Monthly Archives: December 2016. December 17, 2016. This was an email I wrote to my dad on November 27th in response to his enquiry about where exactly I was. I thought it might make an interesting read: Hi dad, I’ve been gone all weekend at Murchison Falls … Continue reading →. Cafe Javas, Kampala. December 17, 2016. Pack Up and Go. December 15, 2016. December 10, 2016. Cafe Javas, Kampala.
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Hang up your coat and stay awhile. | “When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. Letter to Dad →. Hang up your coat and stay awhile. January 3, 2014. So, if all goes well once the application is processed, it looks like I’m here to stay. This is good for a number of reasons, including but not limited to:. To”) plant yesterday and apologized to it. Thus, it would suck to have to…. Having a drunken spin, which I think would be priceless. View all posts by Emma →. You are commenti...
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Late Game | “When you come to a fork in the road….Take it.” – Yogi Berra
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When you come to a fork in the road.Take it. Yogi Berra. Documenting adventures in Hong Kong and Australia. To Kick a Ball. Hang up your coat and stay awhile. →. September 14, 2012. As we waited for the bus, a night breeze stood the hair up on our bare arms, warm and tacky with the victory of an indoor soccer game. 8220;Man, I need water,” I said. And ten paces away was a drinking fountain. Water spouted forth in a crystal clear arc, splashing quietly into the basin. But in this moment I live in paradise.
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