It’s quite amazing how much joy you can get from little things when you haven’t got much else. Like coffee. Hearing some hotel horror stories, Mum has tucked in a French press and packet of Vittoria into my sister’s suitcase, and after three days without a latte you’ve no idea how good that one tastes.Continue reading “Quarantine Hotel: Day 1 – Little Things”
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Quarantine Hotel: Day Zero
We’re hungry, with no food in sight; jet-lagged, in a room without a key. Yet strangely, I’m at peace. After a 27-hour journey from the other side of the planet, we’re safe in a place where all we have to do is live through the next 14 days and we’ll be set free in paradise.Continue reading “Quarantine Hotel: Day Zero”
Rosemary Ponnekanti 