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Deborah Cass Shortlist

Rerhaps there are still some people who might occasionally wonder: Whatever happened to Anna? Wasn’t she cycling around somewhere? Well, I was. It’s true. But it’s been a while now. Somewhere along the way I ran out of steam for blogging regularly to report on my adventures which took me into Turkey, Greece, Italy and […]

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the blog

Hmmmm. Well, it’s been over a year since my last real post. The one where I packed up my bike and flew from Uruguay in South America back to Australia. That was in the beginning of March 2015 and now it’s mid-August 2016.* A few things have happened since then. I spent a year without […]


on silence

It’s been a long pause and I offer no excuses. By way of explanation, I can only say that my life has taken a turn that I don’t particularly wish, for the moment, to hold up to public scrutiny. I’m not being secretive it just doesn’t seem to be of broad or absorbing interest to […]

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las lagunas: (or – exactly when does ‘classic’ really just mean ‘past its time’?)

BOLIVIA/CHILE: SAN AUGUSTIN — ALOTA — LAGUNA HEDIONDA — LAGUNA COLORADA — SOL DE MAÑANA — LAGUNA CHALVIRI — LAGUNA BLANCA — SAN PEDRO DE ATACAMA The good, the beautiful, the bad, the sad, the ugly. Ah, life. … SOLITUDE: I have exchanged the pleasures of company and shared meals for the more austere joys […]

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a spot of righteous feminist rage

A man recently felt moved to write to me about my risk assessment and management skills. A man I don’t know. He didn’t comment publicly on the post that had inspired him to write* – presumably he felt his subject was so delicate that it should be addressed privately. He opened his message with his […]

a change of name

When I started this blog I didn’t really envisage myself still on the road three years later.  The name I chose at the time – 1000 WORDS – was a nod to the photo and video projects I had been involved in with young people in different parts of the world which I imagined might […]

pacific dreams and real estate schemes

Santa Catalina is a fishing village circled by real estate sharks. There is already blood in the water and so it is only a matter of time before the feeding frenzy begins in earnest. But right now you can still meet a surfer from Devon there who attended the same boarding school as Winston Churchill […]

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the tide

I have spent the last three or four weeks watching the sea. The rise and fall of the tides; an endless ebb and flow. A constantly shifting surface comprised of liquid light and the sky, stirred by random eddies and hidden currents. It has put me in a reflective state of mind. I wonder why […]

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bocas del toro

Bocas del Toros can only be described with a slew of tourist brochure cliches. A scattering of islands, each one bordered by pristine beaches, fringed by swaying coconut palms, monkeys, sloths and birds above in the forest canopy. The echoing throbbing roar of a distant troupe of howler monkeys. Fingers of light and shadow shoot […]

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things fall apart

An series of major tragedies and minor disasters, that are not mine to share, cause our collective vision of a shared La Moskitia single track adventure to unravel at Casa Kiwi outside Trujillo.

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