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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 →

FEAR AND LOATHING (AND A WHOLE LOT OF LOVE) ON THE RAINBOW BUS

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 - 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 →

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 command that you stop misquoting me... I... Continue Reading →

The Marrakesh Express – Two Weeks in Morocco Pt 1. Maudlin’ Musicians and Metal Miners

I must have been in my teens when "Marrakesh Express" came out (1969). Those were heady days. Before Hendrix (1970) and Joplin died (1970). The Lizard King was still alive (died 1971). We were still trapped in Hotel California. Barclay James Harvest would play at our school a year or two later, followed by Genesis.... Continue Reading →

97 Days Adrift in Europe (part 14) Dubrovnik – of Wailing Walls & Howling Trains

As you head south the trains head south too. Slower, rattlier, fuller. The reclining seats, the speed, the power sockets all disappear. The restaurant car feels like a bit of an old 1950s film with the red velvet seats and the full meals for less than $10. The south of Hungary and the north of Croatia are emptier and older. We pass the rail yards at slug speed. They are populated, in the rain, with old fat freight cars looking like something out of star wars.

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