How food has become my focus

We all know that Asians are very big into their food, and Malaysians are no exception. One of the first questions we get asked whenever meeting a local is “Have you eaten yet?” – or variations of that phrase. It is put out in the same way that we would say “Good morning, how are…

Proof of the Sand Wars

Since arriving in at our 30th floor apartment with its fabulous views across parts of Johor Bahru and the Strait of Malacca, we have had a birds eye view of the changing landscape. And change it has. Malaysia is country of approximately 330,000 square kilometres featuring as the 66th largest country in the world rankings,…

Waterbom Bali: Proof that some things do improve with age.

Twenty plus years ago, my sister and her then boyfriend decided to “elope” to Bali for a small private wedding, an event that we, as the rest of her family, deemed it compulsory to gate crash. So there we were more than 20 years ago, wondering how to fill our time….shopping, eating, white water rafting,…

Why visiting Johor Bahru Zoo is a one time event.

I have always admired those who have dedicated their lives to wildlife. Louis Leakey’s “girls”: Dianne Fossey, Dr Galdikas, and Jane Goodall, were who I dreamed of being. They, amongst others such as George Adamson, were my heroes as I was growing up. I devoured all I could about wildlife in general and Africa in…

My Millionaire Lifestyle

And so we moved from being in my dream location on a private game farm in the middle of the bush of South Africa, to the 30th floor of a condominium in the middle of Johor Bahru town, Malaysia.                                …

All that we leave behind

Life will always throw us curve balls when we least expect them. A company that made a surprise announcement indicating all their C130’s were to be sold with a subsequent wind down of that branch of the business. An unplanned phone call that resulted in a new job offer.            …

Being inspired

Inspiration – who knows where or when it will hit. Some months ago I read an article in a South African magazine called Ride, in which the author was questioning his ability to call himself a cyclist as he wasn’t on his bike as often as he would like. He went on to describe his…