When Sisay was six his family abandoned their mountain hut and headed down to Lalibela and a better life. There in the holy town they scratched an existence on the streets until, after a year of zero progress, Sisay’s parents … Read More »
Some though not all of the content of this post is also in the photo-essay, Out of Abyssinia Imagine a day’s fell walking in the English Lake District. Setting off from Buttermere’s Fish Hotel you tread the lake’s western bank … Read More »
With a cranial capacity of four hundred cc, a third of yours, she’d neither bore you with incessant chatter nor go in for morbid introspection. But she walked upright on two legs, all three foot six inches of her. And … Read More »
Some though not all of the content of this post is also in the photo-essay, Coffee in Guatemala Early evening, an hour or so before reuniting with Annie for my last two days, I wander north west from Antigua´s Parque … Read More »
Some though not all of the content of this post is also in the photo-essay, Coffee in Guatemala Antigua, former Spanish capital of Central America, eight a.m. The coffee bar could be in a chic part of Milan. My latte … Read More »
In Livingston five days ago, on my way up a rocky river bed to some falls, I slipped and bashed my left side. There’s nasty bruising to leg and chest, and a painful enough rib cage to make me think … Read More »
Some but not all of the content of this post is also in the photo-essay, Coffee in Guatemala I’m once more the intrepid solo traveller. Annie took an overnight bus from Flores to Guatemala City on Saturday, thence Xela and … Read More »
I perhaps owe an apology to Scottish friends for implying in an earlier email that differences in perspective, either side of the Caledonian border, are but the joshings of friendly equals. We no longer grace monarchs with titles like Hammer … Read More »
A word on the set-up at AIDG (Appropriate Infrastructures Development Group – the Boston NGO my daughter Annie interns for) and its crew of multi-talented oddballs. Think (I´m talking to the Brits now) The Young Ones and factor in that … Read More »
Flashback to my arrival at Guatemala City a week ago. Annie and Daniel had made their own three hour trip the day before. “Being Guatemala”, daughter had reasoned, “there´ll just be a sliver of ticker tape three inches from the … Read More »