I was in Wellington, not to enjoy the capital or visit the suburbs along the ocean, but to check the archives. I had a book idea that’s still simmering all these years later as well as a rare chance of finding out some family history. After the search I had a feeling the family rumour was a deliberate lie to put me off the scent. Continue reading New Zealand’s capital, Wellington→
Valletta, Malta’s capital city, was a masterpiece of stone buildings with shuttered windows to keep out the glare during the hot, dry summers. The main street was full of restaurants and shops where people ambled past. Wherever we walked, it wasn’t long before we’d catch a glimpse of the sea between buildings.