Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Pirates, pirogues and the pain of the past
Don’t worry, we’re on the wrong side of the continent for Somali hijackers, but I can just imagine the pirates out there, lurking behind this celestial net curtain of hazy sea and sky. There’s a mini-flotilla of fishing boats, pirogues, … Continue reading
A ‘Sandinista’ too far
The sea-glass sky is shimmering – or is it the sea? No telling the difference – well except for the waves. ‘I’ve called someone in to help,’ says Sarkozy-man when asked how his knife-edge of a deal is going, ‘a … Continue reading
‘Sarkozy’s’ breakfast
He’s not really M. Sarkozy, but he could be his body double. Of mixed North African/Norwegian descent, he’s been drinking Guinness for breakfast. He’s on his second. Every now and then he jumps up from his seat and puts his … Continue reading
Frank woz here
That was a bit irreverent, sorry. Francis was here. Sir Francis Drake. He of the Armada, bowls and round the world sailing. ‘Here’ is Accra, Ghana. For weeks I’ve avoided thinking about this trip. I did next-to-no preparation, other than … Continue reading
Meet Gerry Carroll – son, brother, friend, sometime sleuth (and Catholic priest)
It felt like bleak midwinter, the earth standing hard as iron, even if no frosty wind made moan. For Gerry, it couldn’t have been a bleaker day. Was it midwinter? He didn’t really care if it was or it wasn’t. … Continue reading
Bonfire of the insanities
The track is overgrown with tall grass, but a vehicle definitely passed this way, once upon a time. That should be a comfort, but it isn’t. I peer at the guide book in the yellow light of my torch and … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 