Congo Journey
In her hut in Poto-Poto, the poor quarter of Brazzaville, the feticheuse, smiling at us, knelt on...
Tag: travel
The Goldfinch
That night, at Boris’ — lying drunk on my half of the batik-draped mattress — I tried to...
The Old Patagonian Express
Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion. What’s...
Delta of Venus
Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit,...
Scoop
That evening, sometime after the advertised hour, Mr. Salter alighted at Boot Magna Halt. An hour...
Forty Stories
Overnight To Many Distant CitiesIn London I met a man who was not in love. Beautiful shoes, black...
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.’
Invisible Cities
“The other ambassadors warn me of famines, extortions, conspiracies, or else they inform me...
Travel in Phnom Penh
With massive thanks to the awesome Budos Band for the soundtrack 🙂 And now you could read... A...
Ghosts
Wake up with your head on the passenger next to you… The fantasy of the person you love Is a...
