Apr 1, 2023 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
They prefer to ride kneeling, especially if they mean to gallop. It is an extraordinary feat of balance, for riding a galloping camel, especially over rough ground, is like sitting on a bucking horse. A Bedu usually carries his rifle slung under his arm and parallel...
Jan 11, 2020 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
In her hut in Poto-Poto, the poor quarter of Brazzaville, the feticheuse, smiling at us, knelt on the floor, drew out a handful of cowrie shells from the cloth bag at her waist, and cast them across the raffia mat. Lary Shaffer and I, despite ourselves, leaned forward...
Mar 2, 2019 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion. What’s become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip? But a travel book is the opposite, the loner bouncing back bigger than life to tell the story of his experiment with space....