I’d lost my Rastafarian wristband, one night at Gatwick Airport and it had gone! My son, Sam had tied it in place the previous day, I’d told him that it would stay on until I returned and he could untie it for me. I looked at my wristwatch on my left arm, at least that was still there and it told me I had ten minutes before boarding began. The watch was a present from my father, some thirty-four years earlier and had been all around the world with me. It had survived my electrocution, during a monsoon downpour in Lucknow, [View Full Entry]

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Oioioioioi, hvor skal jeg begynne denne gangen. Jeg faar bare hive meg uti det og haape paa det beste. Turen fra Bubaque tilbake til Bissau var alt annet enn kjedelig. Klokka kvart paa seks soendag morgen sto vi i bekmoerket paa kaia i Bubaque, uten noen slags form for lys, og ropte desperat paa Emma, vaar nye svenske venninne. En hyggelig mann med lommelykt var snill og hjalp oss i feil retning, men til slutt fant vi riktig kai, og der var det flere mennesker og ventet, blant andre Emma. Baaten gikk saa klart ikke foer klokka sju, og da skulle [View Full Entry]

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On the map, Senegal and Gambia look like the profile of an open mouth where the former are the jaws while the latter represents the tongue. Made exception for the short coastal strip, the Gambia is totally wrapped in Senegal, hence whichever direction one wants to leave the country -south in my case- he have to necessarily enter into the territory of its francophone neighbour. I have understood by now that in this part of the world even the most insignificant trip can take a whole day and that therefore one must show up at la gare routiere (bus station) at [View Full Entry]

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