There is a fine line between love and hate. This year I gave in to my pet peeve of the term “Gourmet Chinese Food”. Gourmet is French for good taste and the phrase is usually used to describe really cheap bad Chinese take away. It has taken me a long time to admit it, but I love Gourmet Chinese food. Including the annoyance of the term.

Today I danced at 5 stages, each with impressive sound systems, each 50m apart, littered with marching bands in-between. The microphones fed back. The speakers squealed. The dancers swung around grinning, pouring the foam from their beer on the street. Today I gave into my pet peeve of the sound clash. I like to joke that the Peruvian anthem is a car alarm and have repeatedly been annoyed that a collectivo could have 5 different sound tracks playing at once from different passenger’s phones…