The Geecologist

A Short Walk In The Hindu Kush

A Short Walk In The Hindu Kush

Jan 22, 2017 | Non-Fiction, Travel | 0 comments

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.’

Yellow Dog

Yellow Dog

Oct 19, 2008 | Fiction | 0 comments

And the words enveloped him like an unrecognisable fart, saying: yes, oh yes, this is you, this is you.
Yellow Dog

Yellow Dog

Oct 12, 2008 | Fiction | 0 comments

To Xan’s dark-adapting eye the faceless waiter now looked implausibly young: he seemed about to recommend a glass of milk. ‘I’ll have what you have,’ she said. All the more reason, then, to order an ocean of blue ruin.
Yellow Dog

Yellow Dog

Sep 12, 2008 | Fiction | 0 comments

Clint said, ‘The big news climatewise, they’re saying, is the Ice Age. Which is coming up. After uh, ten thousand years of decent weather, muck out the igloo, boys, and hunker down for ninety millennia of frostbite.’ ‘…Then maybe global...