Category Archives: Vagabond
Browsing through the March pages in my 1986 diary, I found a tasty entry. I had just finished a horrible job at Bandar-e-Taheri, on the Persian Gulf, in Iran. I was there to supervise drilling exploration for a proposed oil … Continue reading
Barbara and I courted in 1972 under painful circumstances – my body was healing from a fall down a mountain. Bone knitting and affection were helped by us being kindred spirits and we became close quickly. She wanted adventure, and I … Continue reading
Before you get huffy and shocked with what you deem my coarse language, calm yourself. Tung Fuk, Wankers Corner and Fucking are the names of communities I have visited in my travels.
The word “adventure” came up often the last few days: a friend wondered why I have so many more adventurous stories than she does; another so much wants adventures she takes leave of her career this week to work for … Continue reading
Ok Tedi (pronounced “Ock Teddy”) is a river (ok) in the Western Provinces of Papua New Guinea (PNG) near the border with Irian Jaya, Indonesia. The river runs through the most remote part of the country. I worked at Ok … Continue reading
I benefited from the experience of being roused from my Pago Pago hotel in the early hours of the morning due to a tsunami threat from the M8.8 Chilean earthquake of Feb 26. This is the second emergency in the … Continue reading
I have visited Venice often – most recently this year. The city is a magic place for exploring, hunting glimpses of the city behind the tourist facade. I find treasure in golden moments of early morning sunlight and shadow, glimpses … Continue reading
Hitch hiking was a common way to get around in the UK when I was a teenager, and I was a confident hitch hiker up to my late 30’s. In those 20 years or so, I probably hitch-hiked more than … Continue reading
I went for a long drive in 1969 – about 10,000 miles. The drive started as a year-end jaunt to Florida, where Toronto “snowbirds” flock when they escape winter.