Category Archives: Travelling

Lights – and darkness. An encounter with Poland

Posted on January 5, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

A ferocious wind blew us in to Wroclaw* airport, the landing earning our pilot a well-deserved round of applause. Eager to start our adventure (and the promised hotel shuttle bus proving to be an illusion) we took a taxi. We … Continue reading →

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Lights, sights and lingonberries

Posted on November 22, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Nearing ten o’clock at night. Speeding through customs with a small, carry-on backpack to a waiting taxi. Luxury! Well before eleven we round a corner warmed by the glowing windows of the William Pub to arrive at Akademi Hotellet. Opening … Continue reading →

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‘Michigan seems like a dream to me now …’

Posted on November 11, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

I started off yesterday writing a thoughtful, elegiac piece referencing music. But the longer the day wore on, the more it wore me out, the effort of trying to be calm. You see, we’ve had a tough couple of days … Continue reading →

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Precious

Posted on October 4, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

It’s one of those Zambian names, along with Gift, that always makes me feel good about my fellow humans. Naming a baby girl Precious is just such a joyful thing to do. Lately I’ve been wondering about the things we … Continue reading →

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Flying down to Rio Part III. A Beetle, Jesus and crabs

Posted on August 9, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

By the sink in my bathroom sits a small paper bag containing pills. Lomotil, they’re called.  A gift from an American colleague’s wife. Thanks to them, I no longer need to visit the bathroom several times a night, every night. … Continue reading →

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Flying down to, Rio Part II (the bit with the purple feet)

Posted on August 5, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Beautiful. That’s Rio. Well, the public face. If you ignore the favellas. Which it’s hard to do from our hotel unless you wear earplugs. Then you wouldn’t hear the dogs howling or the shots at night. But the mountains are … Continue reading →

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Flying down to Rio

Posted on August 1, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

It’s late April, 1980 BE.*                                                                                                            *Before Email I’m in an office in London, not far from the Houses of Parliament. Listening for the stutter of an incoming telex. Sending a telex is quite a skill, especially correcting mistakes. And I’m … Continue reading →

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