Life with cats, and other things…
The origin of this quote is disputed, but it certainly applies perfectly to the journey I took in 1980, my "in at the deep end" introduction to camping. My Camping 101. Our return to Khartoum was very anti-climatic. Someone thought to acquire a newspaper. Bouncing around, in the middle of no-where for over two weeks, … Continue reading Camping 101
When I was finally free, at age 29, to live my life as I saw fit, more or less, I found that I had no social skills to guide me. I had not learned how to live among people my own age, for that matter, any age or class. I had no idea what was … Continue reading No regrets
Ta Phrom, Angkor, Cambodia For something different, today I decided to post some of my dad's photographs and a short extract from my memoir of Angkor. Giant treesNandi, The BullThe Bayon 12th CenturyOne of the gates to Angkor Thom It was so still, there among the giant trees that were consuming the ruins of Angkor. … Continue reading Treasured memory