Shaking out the lava stones

April 30, 2017 at 9:58 pm (Uncategorized)

I landed back in Melbourne late last night, after a nightmare flight from Berlin where the smell of smoke sent a wave of visible fright around the passengers, and sent flight attendants running – literally – through the cabin. All I could do was clutch The Wolf’s hand, down a Valium (or three) and mentally go over all the memories from this astounding trip.

Italy held…Easter palm fronds tucked into backpacks at Termini train station in Rome, lashings of tiramisu, balconies covered with ivy, skulking alley cats, graffiti covered buildings, clifftop villages reached by winding stone steps, lemon groves and limoncello, pastel coloured villages spilling down to the sea, saying ‘Ciao’ for goodbye,  tiny cups of espresso, and – ahem – very attentive men.


Temple of the Vestal Virgins, Rome


Praiano, Amalfi Coast, Italy


Positano, Amalfi Coast, Italy

Iceland held…the home of my novel’s protagonist, Elva, in downtown Reykjavik, snow so horizontal it almost blinded, Viking ships, thick delicious skyr, army boots slipping on ice, notebooks filled with ink, buttery Icelandic fish stew, breathtaking fjords, hair raising mountain roads, avalanche barriers, more snow, primary coloured buildings, saying ‘Bless’ for goodbye,  staggeringly expensive meals, and such glorious nostalgia from my previous trips that I knew just where to step.


Sólfar sculpture in Reykjavik, Iceland


Ring Road from Reykjavik to Siglufjörður, Iceland


Siglufjörður, far nothern Iceland

Berlin held…ten previous trips of nostalgia, sauerkraut in beer gardens, an abundance of bears, huge Milchkaffees, more wrought iron balconies, saying Tschüss’ for goodbye, my favourite café on Kastanienalle, boots on cobblestones, museums about the Stasi and the Berlin Wall, tiny bottles of Jägermeister, thick salty pretzels, Nick Cave and Christiane F. pilgrimages, and lashings of laughter with My Wolf.


Beautiful Prenzlauer-Berg, Berlin



Chodowieckistraße, East Berlin


My beloved U-Bahn system, Berlin

When the jet lag abates, the stories start…I promise.



  1. martin c. said,

    Waaahh ! I miss proper Italian limoncello…Glad you had a good trip 🙂

    • inkymouth said,

      I had a truly wonderful trip, Martin – and exceptional limoncello 🙂

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