Travel gives you not only new landscapes but new eyes. Immerse yourself in different cultures and you cannot help but see things differently. This is blog not only about the places we visit and the cultures we experience but also about the good, bad and ugly we find along the way......... I was ripped from... Continue Reading →
Poems 1985-2021 – Part 3
BLACK (The curse cannot be ended) Black below Grey above Like river's flow Devoid of love Follow the line Where it leads To endless time Where death feeds No matter who tries Black comes back Hope never flies The mirror cracks The wounded soul Cannot be healed A bleeding hole Love congealed So stumble on... Continue Reading →
Poems 1985-2021 – # 2
THE EBB OF LIFE (FADING AWAY) I watch you there,Over by the sinkOr climbing the stairA little more bent,A little less certainAbout what is meantEach year more frailYour steps slowerYour recollections failLiving slowly somehowYour strength ebbing,Everything hard nowIn the grey zoneBetween life and death,A life now on loanMy heart breaksTo see you so,My soul... Continue Reading →
Poems 1985-2021 – Part 1
And Thus Spake God to Scott Lake Timk, with reflections of Mount Anne, Tasmania. Photographer: Chris Harris EMPTY I lie awake under the vast silent skyThe stars stare down unsleepingLike the bright eyes of yesterday's GodsOr the dreaming millions of tomorrow's spirits As the false security of sleep creeps forwardYour ethereal body approachesMoving close on... Continue Reading →
FEAR AND LOATHING (AND A WHOLE LOT OF LOVE) ON THE RAINBOW BUS (PART 2)
With Apologies to Hunter S Thompson PART 2 - CAPE TOWN TO SWAKOPMUND All of my images from this trip can be found here The group which will travel across southern Africa, together, has met up in the hostel the previous night and we now decamp, immediately after breakfast , stopping along the way on... Continue Reading →
FEAR AND LOATHING (AND A LOT OF LOVE) ON THE RAINBOW BUS (PART 1)
PART 1 - THE CREW - this is the first part of a three posts about a 21 day trip across South Africa, Namibia, Botswana and Zimbabwe. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. NOTE: this post is about the people on our trip...if... Continue Reading →
The Ship of Poles
We are a ship of Poles. 22 to be precise plus one Ukrainian, 2 Germans and one Australian. We slip slowly down the river, in the Belgian winter fog, out of Antwerp bound for Cape Town via Porto, Vigo and Wallis Bay. Our ship, the six year old, 200 metre, 30,000 tonne, Blue Master 2.... Continue Reading →
Kaptan Kaylee’s Swedish Kayaking Adventure
Always lead from the rear, they say. Heeding this good advice, Kaptan Kaylee took the rear seat in our double kayak when it was offered. We were off on a short four-day kayaking trip in Sweden. This has several advantages on such a trip: (1) the marine serf in the front can't see you when... Continue Reading →
Sailing Like An Egyptian (slowly down the Nile)
1980: The year of Rubik's cube, of the eruption of Mt St Helens, of the establishment of CNN, the start of the Iran/Iraq war, the murder of John Lennon...and Richard Pryor set himself on fire while freebasing cocaine. And the year of my Nile trip by felucca with five French and one Nubian companion. All... Continue Reading →
Albania – Europe’s former recluse
They say that Einstein said that the sign of an idiot was doing the same thing twice (actually I think the word was repeatedly) and expecting a different outcome. This is the thesis of the Idiot Traveller. I am a world expert, while travelling, in repeating mistakes. I am also happy to go on accrediting... Continue Reading →