Karoo Parenthesis, Part 4 – A Giraffe in the Night

After a dramatically convoluted sunset, light streaking through mountaintops to paint Tolkienesque landscapes, our second night in the silent Karoo is much darker, clouds obscuring what had been an extraordinary moonshine the night before. While I had walked around outside as in daylight by the simple shine of a skyful of stars and full moon, when the time comes to…

The Flying Years – Part II

It is unlikely that I have ever dedicated a post to anybody other than Marie and a big black cat – except a manuscript, of course, which was dedicated to the late Gilbert Trigano, heart and soul of Club Med and indirectly responsible for sending me spinning through the wildest years of my adult life – but this…