| Blame it on the Bolivians | heart | 0 |
| Smelling the drains beneath your feet | heart | 1 |
| Of prunes, Jaja and Dutchmen | heart | 1 |
| We can but be grateful... | heart | 0 |
| Thighs and calves like the pillars of a cathedral | heart | 0 |
| The Pope in a paper hat | heart | 0 |
| Treating dying organisms with beer | heart | 0 |
| Condoms, drunks and the village that was saved by cats | heart | 0 |
| Camping in America | heart | 1 |
| Why God loves cyclists | heart | 0 |
| Je t'aime moi non plus | heart | 0 |
| "I 'ave a tyre lever up ze bottom" | heart | 1 |
| Beauty in high and heavy things | heart | 0 |
| Through pine and paths to Pyla | heart | 0 |