Life with cats, and other things…
Having lost a few more precious hours when our truck fell in the river, we pressed hastily on, and promptly ran into another time waster. As we passed a small village in the distance, Taff slowed the truck and brought it to a halt as we saw a police jeep chasing out to intercept us. … Continue reading Wasting time
The boredom of riding in a truck endlessly, without a single thing to see, was about to be relieved. We had been following the White Nile, all the way from Juba, but now it seemed we were on the wrong bank. To continue as we were would get us to Khartoum eventually. But if we … Continue reading Crossing the river
After carefully selecting a rut in which there appeared to be no snake hole, I threw down my sleeping bag and backpack and joined the others for our tasty evening meal. It was something out of a pot. It tasted of curry but I couldn't say what it was. As darkness fell, I heard the … Continue reading Food for the wildlife
Just noticed that this never got published for some reason. This was supposed to be the introduction to my "Camping 101" story. Early in January 1980, I got a call from my travelling buddy, Tim. He asked if I wanted to go camping. In Sudan. The expression "jumping in at the deep end" comes to … Continue reading A good idea at the time?
The second night of my introduction to camping was spent on the banks of the White Nile. How exotic and romantic it sounds. I'll give it this, our campsite outside Mongala was the nicest of the entire trip. The ground was flat, the riverbank edged with tall bushes and scant trees, enabling Tim to erect … Continue reading Humor lag…?
There were sixteen of us, taking this trip to Sudan, led by a British couple. We were to fly south to Juba, but our flight was delayed and over the next three days, we became well acquainted with the exceedingly scruffy domestic terminal of Khartoum Airport. The only facility it had available was a very … Continue reading Getting underway
Fudge. It's what my brain feels like as I try to juggle the various drugs that keep me mobile every day. Sometimes lately it's like walking through thick mud trying to find two sensible thoughts to put together. The one thing I have missed since moving back to New York is the sessions I had … Continue reading Fudge
