Springboks

16th October 2024 . Six homes and several decades ago, I lived in Long Beach, Long Island. It was my third apartment. The first, back in 1971 was a roach-infested dump that I shared with a colleague when both of us had escaped from difficult situations. You can put up with a lot in such … Continue reading Springboks

Food for the wildlife

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

Faces by Tim

Young monks in Bhutan, c 1976 If you've followed my blog for even a short while, you have probably seen me refer to my pal Tim. Timothy Valentine Gibson, actually. (born 14 Feb after all) Tim and I met up when he took a job with South African Airways at JFK, after his sponsor airline … Continue reading Faces by Tim

Food for the wildlife

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