Week Eleven: Two Africas |
The first thing that impressed me about the Kenyan chicken farmers was that even though I wasn't interested in buying a chicken, they still...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 09:42:00 GMT |
Week Ten: Dust To Dust |
Wearing horns, fur and a tail in the middle of the Nevada desert may sound embarrassing. But wearing horns and fur and getting your tail stuck in your bike chain& now that's truly embarrassing.&...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 09:34:00 GMT |
Week Twelve: Big Game |
The ants were on the move. I pulled my head back below the open roof and called to the driver, "Hey&. wait&. Dickson, can you stop he...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 08:45:00 GMT |
Week Nine: A Home On The Range |
Harry Hill - age 80 - took a pull from his cigar and exhaled contentedly. From his living room, he could look out onto his quie...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:25:00 GMT |
Week Eight: The Breaking Point |
Jacking up the tire was worth a try. It was too late to have a mechanic fix the leak, and if I took pressure off the wheel, per...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:22:00 GMT |
Week Seven: Meager Victories |
There are misfortunes that can afflict a traveler, through no fault of his own. There are outright mistakes a traveler can make, such as brushing his or her teeth with Benadryl anti-itch cream i...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:16:00 GMT |
Week Six: Rock Around The Clock |
We were ten minutes away from departure when Jochi drove up on his scooter, pulled up his goggles and said, "You know about the rocks...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 23:00:00 GMT |
Week Five: Rush Hour |
The cell phone rang while my Jeep sat idling two vehicles away from Canadian customs. It was Starling, explaining that I couldn't reach her apartment in Vancouver using the instructions I'd been given...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 16:47:00 GMT |
Week Four: Smoke Jumping |
I glanced over my shoulder. The winged fiends were keeping pace with me every step of the way, bobbing and weaving in tight formation, waiting for me to make the mistake of shortening my stride or dec...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 09:31:00 GMT |
Week Three: The Kindness of Strangers |
"I could club you with this," spoke my straight-faced friend, Minnow, hefting a sizeable log in her tiny hands. She claimed to be kidding& just making a playful comment after we had inched our way out...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 09:29:00 GMT |
