Category Archives: Travelling

Pirates, pirogues and the pain of the past

Posted on February 7, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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A ‘Sandinista’ too far

Posted on February 6, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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‘Sarkozy’s’ breakfast

Posted on February 5, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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Frank woz here

Posted on February 3, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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Bonfire of the insanities

Posted on January 3, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

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 →

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Douche bags, a Bluebell Girl & Tex hits the ground in London Town

Posted on October 17, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

Are you shocked? Are you British? Are you American? All these things I wonder as I type the term ‘douche bag’. It’s not a term I like. I’ve never used it. But Facebook keeps offering me a shopping bag boasting … Continue reading →

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Oh, sweet-heart! (and why you don’t need a cake tin to make a sponge cake)

Posted on October 6, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

I’ve thought a lot about the warthogs and I’ve reached a conclusion. They’re not going to stop me. I need out. I need to shop – no, don’t be sexist, not that kind of shopping, food shopping. I’m cooking for … Continue reading →

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