Tag Archives: Travel
Seeking an armadillo cure, we bring no guns but find a Trigger
Seven in the morning and it’s twilight in the Sunrise café. The curtains are still drawn on the city of Dripping Springs, Texas. City? Population 3000? Whatever. ‘It’s an old building,’ says our waitress, terser than you’d expect. She’s probably … Continue reading
In which Thelma and Louise drink wine – and have a sobering evening
‘Hey, Louise, we need to find us a cliff.’ That’s my sister-in-law, Thelma. Not her real name. But it kinda suits her. Elvis the cat bats his tail against the floor. It’s his real name and he recognises it. He’s a … Continue reading
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
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 