Category Archives: Travelling

No roses. But, ‘I’m ok and everything is going smoothly’

Posted on February 14, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

I just looked in the mirror.  A mistake. I’ve not been up long – given it’s lunchtime. I slept really late. Later than at any time in the last 35 years or so, I reckon. And now I look as … Continue reading →

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Mad? Lucky? Or just plain stupid, with a death-wish?

Posted on February 7, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

A memory surfaces, now and then, which makes my brain freeze. It’s the late 1990s. We’re staying with a farmer outside Lusaka, Zambia’s capital city. He’s very hospitable, bought us new, blue mats to step onto when we get out … Continue reading →

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A fraud journeys over water, encounters a naked man and brings home some reindeer

Posted on January 30, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

It’s been a bit husk-memoir-lite, lately, this blog, so I thought I’d retrieve a little episode from the 1980s from my mental archives. One I’ve been puzzling over recently, for no particular reason. Here goes … I’m working for an … Continue reading →

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Why I spit in the eye of wedding anniversaries. A true story (with the best bit at the end).

Posted on August 5, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

It started off as it meant to go on, our marriage. Not quite ordinary. Don’t get me wrong, we’re not mutants from some distant planet masquerading as earthlings. It’s just, we have trouble doing what’s expected of us. Or perhaps … Continue reading →

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‘To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive’.* Really?

Posted on June 16, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

June. Winter in the southern hemisphere. The year 2011. A man walks into the bar – yes I know, I use it too often. But there’s a reason. Besides the fact we’re often in the bar, before you say it. … Continue reading →

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A little dancing cowboy

Posted on May 20, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

It’s time I did some writing. Picked up my sleuthing Catholic priest – so to speak – where I left off. I need to do a bit of research. Don the hat of character. Pull on the coat of atmosphere. … Continue reading →

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An un-diplomatic incident, a dead motor & a perilously pregnant woman

Posted on March 28, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

The men who go for water don’t make it back till after dark. My ‘kitchen’ – the back of their vehicle – is covered in bits of charcoal and running with water. But never mind. I rustle up another macaroni … Continue reading →

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