Arabian Sands
From Abyssinia I was sent to Syria, where I served in Jabal al Druze and later worked for a year...
Category: Travel
Landmarks
I am wary of the dangers of fetishizing dialect and archaism – all that mollocking and sukebinding...
Congo Journey
In a stretch of comparative quiet, by a shore of white sand, a bird I recognized at once was...
Landmarks
Although I knew Gaelic to be richly responsive to the sites in which it was spoken, it was my...
Congo Journey
He squatted down, arranging the fire, shouting back over his shoulder into the hut, ‘My...
Congo Journey
Just after four in the morning, Nze stuck his head through the tent-flap. ‘Psst!’ he...
Congo Journey
In her hut in Poto-Poto, the poor quarter of Brazzaville, the feticheuse, smiling at us, knelt on...
The Old Patagonian Express
Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion. What’s...
A Short Walk In The Hindu Kush
The river was quite shallow but running very fast. We decided to cross it. It was a hazardous...
A Short Walk In The Hindu Kush
Even the most casual remarks let drop by this remarkable people had the impact of a sledgehammer. Tū tōtt baglo piltiā. ‘Thy father fell into the river.’ I non angur ai; tū tā duts angur ai. ‘I have nine fingers; you have ten.’ Ōr manchī aiyo; buri aīsh kutt. ‘A dwarf has come to ask for food.’ And Iā chitt bitto tū jārlom, ‘I have an intention to kill you’, to which the reply came pat, Tū bilugh lē bidiwā manchī assish, ‘You are a very kind-hearted man.’
A Short Walk In The Hindu Kush
On the way back from ‘luncheon’, while Hyde-Clarke bought some Scotch ribs in a fashionable butcher’s shop, I went into the Post Office in Mount Street and sent a cable to Hugh Carless, a friend of mine at the British Embassy, Rio de Janeiro.
To A Mountain In Tibet
I am travelling with this mystique myself, I know. It has grown out of childhood, and adolescent...
