For the past 6 years I’ve been eating the same pasta dish on each and every Sunday night, nicely made from fresh tomatoes, good Italian olive oil, more than a hint of garlic and a touch of the strongest red peppers you can find and I don’t seem to tire of it. This Sunday however I don’t expect to have anything remotely like it as I find myself in a tented camp in Jordan’s desert near Wadi Rum. Indeed: tough luck. No need to worry though, as I’ll probably get over it…

Where I’m from, the Netherlands, we have a political party dedicated solely to animal rights (seriously!) and I figure they’d probably take offence at the Peking ducks on display here (in Singapore). On the other hand, where I live now, France, the party for hunting and fishing (seriously!) probably would take offence at there being a party for animal rights. Don’t you love cultural differences? As for me, I just don’t recommend using this image to learn your kids all about what the duck says…

One of the best things about Singapore, where we spent Christmas, is the abundance of delicious food in every variety one can imagine. Needless to say a lot of my images of the city are food-related. The result: either my clothes have shrunk or I have gained some weight over there. Luckily there’s an abundance of tailors too: I wonder if they’ve got a deal going on?