Ninety-two and Twenty Twenty
Nothing changes but everything changes…– Sharon O’Neil, Kids in Our Town (1983) I turned 29 in India. It was 1992. … Continue reading Ninety-two and Twenty Twenty
Nothing changes but everything changes…– Sharon O’Neil, Kids in Our Town (1983) I turned 29 in India. It was 1992. … Continue reading Ninety-two and Twenty Twenty
The lights went out. And we were on our way to Gondwana. There is something ineffably romantic about an Indian … Continue reading NIGHT TRAIN TO GONDWANA
Seven islands on the high side of the bay as you’re looking west… – Gordon Lightfoot Dusk on the Arabian … Continue reading SEVEN ISLAND SUITE
(This story, written in 1993, was my first attempt at travel writing. It was written on a small portable typewriter … Continue reading A BEND IN THE RIVER
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working … Continue reading THE FOREST OF STONE
Nothing beside remains. Round the decayof that colossal wreck, boundless and barethe lone and level sands stretch far away… – … Continue reading Vanishing Points
I live and breathe the silences and dust where no man reigns… – Cold Chisel, Wild … Continue reading Ghosts of Cooper Creek
Wandering among the graves, I am struck by the thought that it was from quiet country parishes like this that many of New Zealand’s early settlers came from and that maybe, just maybe, one of my own ancestors may have once walked in this very place. Continue reading Fifty Shades of Green
Hong Kong has a secret alter ego. Beyond Stanley – a trendy seaside suburb on a peninsula suspended from the … Continue reading A WALK ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS
Out here nothing changes, not in a hurry anyway. You feel the endlessness, running on the light of day… … Continue reading Wide Awake in Dreamland