Feb 8, 2020 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
Just after four in the morning, Nze stuck his head through the tent-flap. ‘Psst!’ he said. ‘Dr Lary! Let me in!’ Lary, coughing his odd, dry, rapid little cough, switched on his torch and undid the ties. ‘I’m dying!’ said Nze,...
May 12, 2013 | Non-Fiction |
Among the things I had sent for was a box of arrack, and I was now of course besieged with requests for a little drop. I gave them a flask (about two bottles, which was very soon finished, and I was assured that there were many present who had not had a taste. As I...
