Pittsburgh, my original US ‘hometown’. Today I’m working from Crazy Mocha on Ellsworth Avenue, like old times. Sitting at my favourite table right by the window, people watching, like old times. Except this time I wont be going grocery shopping and then back home afterwards to think up what to make for dinner for the

So. Here I am, still a bit shaky, sitting at a table in a cheap motel in Pittsburgh that smells like wet dog soaked in ashtray. But after the last 4 days it's a tiny victory. And a slice of heaven...

Returning to Ometepe Island was not the homecoming I thought it would be. It felt very homely the last time I was here and I imagined it would feel even more so returning, but instead, I’ve been feeling increasingly alien. And though I feel I can make myself belong by putting down roots and being

I guess this album is going to be an ongoing project…

Wow, what an unexpected day, travelling to El Salvador, through Nicaragua and Honduras. Not that it wasn’t planned, but the things that happened I’d have never anticipated. For example, the El Salvadorian brothel. I may have been on mushrooms the whole time it all seemed so strange.