In search of Buddhist monks on the back of motorbikes
This evening spotting and photographing Buddhist monks in their vibrant orange robes became the activity of choice. As we walked to explore some of the sights Phnom Penh has to offer and gulped at the...
View ArticleUmoja for beginners
Being taught about a Swahili word by a group of Cambodian development workers was not what I expected on my first day here. But the more I think about it, the more important Umoja is. It crops up all...
View ArticleErnest the not very sexy Earthworm
The least impressive thing I saw yesterday was a pile of dirt. It was covered over by corrugated metal sheeting in a small plot behind a house. And yet that pile of dirt matters. When the metal sheets...
View ArticleA Lidy bit of action
Today we met Lidy. Around the back of the church he is part of sit large water carriers branded with the name of the international charity that provided them. That charity has now left. I say this not...
View ArticleTilling the earth under the blistering sun
The first time I went bouldering last January I ended up with blisters all over my hands. It was over a decade since I’d done any form of climbing and my hands weren’t used to it. This morning I...
View ArticleReflections on a week in Cambodia
I began yesterday on the top floor balcony of the pastor’s house in Tonle Bati. I woke to the dawn chorus that arrived before the sun. In the day I took in two church services, almost all of which...
View ArticleIn which I ask you to donate to Tearfund
Over the past week I’ve written a lot about my time in Cambodia with Tearfund. This is my sixteenth post, with half of them being here and half in various places across the internet. And in most of...
View Article12 things you learn on a bloggers trip
1. Instagramming your lunch is obligatory 2. The first question in any cafe/restaurant/hotel/airport: is there wifi? Copyright Rich Wells 3. 4 way extension leads are a vital packing requirement. (And...
View ArticleOn remaining evangelical, even when I’m not sure what it means
I On Tuesday evening I staggered home from the tube station, zombie like from nearly a full 24 hours travelling, from the rising of the sun on one side of the world to its setting back home in London....
View ArticleBehind the blog title: explaining broken cameras & gustav klimt
For more than two and a half years I’ve been writing in this space with the label Broken Cameras & Gustav Klimt above my posts. And I’ve probably not done enough to explain it. I’ve roamed...
View ArticleI got addicted… to 2048
To 2048. On Friday I saw someone playing it on the tube. On Saturday I was introduced to the game and shown how it worked. On Sunday I downloaded it and started playing. On Monday I got 2048 and won....
View ArticleShould we mock David Cameron on twitter?
Crown Copyright David Cameron has done it again. He’s tried to be nice to Christians and it went a bit wrong. But this time my annoyance is not with him. From time to time the Prime Minister makes...
View Article7 things I learnt yesterday
Yesterday I wrote about whether we should mock David Cameron, and whether the response to his Easter reception and message was what it should be. I got a lot of feedback, some fair, some angry, some...
View ArticleDoes David Cameron really want the church to be more evangelical?
Crown Copyright David Cameron calls on British Christians to be more evangelical. Why am I not jumping up and down on the rooftops whooping and hollering, and generally celebrating? Because I’m not...
View ArticleIs Britain a Christian country?
Is Britain a Christian country? David Cameron thinks so, and the British Humanist Association think not. The latter part of that surprises exactly no one. Following the Prime Minister’s Easter...
View ArticleThe art of faux vulnerability
I learnt a while ago that a certain sort of post works well, it gets attention, it is shared, liked, commented on. And I feel that I’ve done a good job. It’s the posts where I’m vulnerable and honest....
View ArticleThe confession of a lazy but determined voter
Tomorrow morning I’ll head round the corner from my house and enter a community centre I never knew existed. I’ll be on my way to work and probably one of the first to enter. I’ll mark the papers, pop...
View ArticleHow I found freedom from the prison of ego
As a thirteen year old I dug the garden on a Saturday afternoon to earn a little extra pocket money to go and see Delirious (at that point transitioning from being known as Cutting Edge). I joined the...
View ArticleDoes the customer have all the rights?
“I want a wet cappuccino” declares the customer, “so you want a latte?” I reply. “No” they restate, “a wet cappuccino”. So I give them a wet cappuccino – which is really just a latte. Burger King have...
View ArticleAssisted dying: it’s just not cricket
On Saturday morning James Anderson marked out his crease in effort to prevent the England cricket team capitulating to a hefty first innings deficit. The previous night Stuart Broad has played a few...
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